i know, i am unwanted of three massive days
barges to take my coffee grounds
nobody speaks my language
say i am turning around within silence
tombstones, decomposed weeds
a handful of dirt when you cross
the courtyard of the mosque converted from a church
the cherry laurel makes shades for cool water
it doesn’t care it’s summer or winter, it leans over the well
very deep water, day and darkness
at the rose eksenazi pub by the coast
my grandfather like the thin bow of kemancha
aunt Victoria, nikola is in the middle
following the civil war years
at the place where three walnuts are planted
the wing of the refugee bird, seaweed and the summer
violets, hyacinths; in case i touch them they get burnt
i know, my hands are nervous, silence shall loosen
i am a bother of three days, barges shall take me away
that is what i say, like a hurriedly packed bale, my body
after so much silence
for the sake of a handful of dirt from here
Translated by Mesut Senol