AN APOCALYPTIC CHAIN OF MELODY

in my destiny I am an unimaginably huge wound
my face sucks in blood as I wipe it with my handkerchief
my voice scatters in the wind that of the fall
my letters intermingle with the pollen

letters are the alchemy of defying the world
to songs left unfinished
they are an ever-changing malignity
they are that stagnant water which churns
in my oversized universe which won't fit into books:
like a lilac stain
they seem to leave to leave a trace in the night

so, with a new cause the dawn is breaking
filled with the cries of leaves gone berserk
as I keep pouring my venom on my wound
the sentences turn into an apocalyptic chain of melody
let the sun fall on my forehead, my sweat turn cold
at the most challenging point of my epileptic anguish

no, my love, I will not spell out this song for you
with its aroma discarded, metamorphosed in riots
I have long since stamped my seal
put down my clumsy signature
on the most demanding part of life
and at every sunrise I have brushed my teeth
pressing life hard onto my flesh

come on, pick up that comb that adores poems
and start the day combing your hair

~Metin Cengiz ~ (Translated by Emine Dilek)