SEAGULLS ABOVE ROOFTOPS
The Rolling Stones, Heaven
two years earlier:
that room, that bed,
that song, that laughter
out of despite, out of torment.
laughter in hospitals, two years ago.
this evening:
seagulls above rooftops,
opened walls, balconies,
and that song again, out of nowhere.
the song keeps on coming, for years now, through the wind.
there’s no rush these days:
the city is stretched like a vivid
carpet, full of colors and scents,
for kids’ rolling, for tranquility.
shameless deception, because the peace is dead.
tonight, a seagull was chasing a dove.
a dove came to defend the dove:
more seagulls came.
there’s no justice in the sky.
in the nights above Istanbul. and at all.
15.09.2013, 22:28, Istanbul