metin celal

 

 
135 WAKE UP SERVICE
 
I lived as if setting out on a long journey 
I prepared for death, gave up at midway 
I clung to the seduction of harmony 
questions remained unanswered 
the smell of mold had long penetrated me 
in manner civilized and with no personality 
of those with nothing left to say 
the walls sweated, humidity rotted the stone 
I clung to your voice, to that mistake 
I sniffed thinner, I said 
my brain melted, shrank and vanished 
I submitted to the rules and was rewarded 
the silent tension lingering between us 
disappearing when suppressed 
remembered when disappearlng 
with the stability of the days 
captured a child in its hands 
ruthless as the aged and children 
pointing to the mistakes I attributed to amphetamine 
you simply left, saying 
if you're gonna fall 
fall right into the midst of yourself 

Translated by Suat Karantay