Ostlers  

By Arif Ay

sometimes I can be divided into three or five

sometimes into infinity

I don't know if you've been told

but I am a docile stable-boy

looking after horses

the horses are long dead

the ostlers long gone

a broken currycomb scratched into tombstones

like a flowering sky

the night rises over my skull 

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Doomsday

                            By Arif Ay

mind, you, time's carrion bird,

be off with your galleons

my heart walks before me

on its way to the Day of Judgment

Source: Flowering Sky By Arif Ay  Translated by Mevlut Ceylan