THIS ERA HAD NO TAIL OR HEAD
IT WAS SIMPLY A BLUR IN THE MUD

this loneliness,
this sleepless bone in my blood
that nags me round every clock

there was this woman, I am told,
whose face melted, slid down
and choked her breasts
Translated from the Turkish by Mevlut Ceylan
101 Poems by 101 Poets An Anthology of Turkish Poetry