CAGLA
SOKULLU
To build a home
Now I shall raise the walls of this house anew
Strip away the bricks drenched with my deceit,
Take a hammer to the looking glass
Burn it with the etching of my fists
Now I shall tear away the carpets engraved
With the boots carrying the dirt of the land
And at last among all the bricks and the dust,
I shall create a hole to sink this room asunder.
And with it, I shall cast away the cancer in my brain
Buried deep inside the silken fabric of sanity
That hisses at me no — you will descend
Farther into the mud with every troubled step
Until it swallows you whole and wipes your land clean
Of all imagery reminding them of your eyes
Until everyone has lost what your name means in their minds
And your poems do not make their hearts ache.
And I shall tell the mayhem in that corner of my paradise
That with every word from my ink I shall ascend
Above and beyond all I desired to be — until
My words swallow you whole and wipe away our pain
Until we all return home and feel whole again
Of all that kept us back from our glory
Until I return to myself and find home again
And my poems overflow from the paper into the ocean.