Famine enough led to a scavenging of sorts
Different wars with parts that didn’t fit
the thirsty choking on sighs
Blackened tongues from fiery
pulpits spewing rotten fruit
the fruit of famine
and they try harder now just to feel full
travel farther
You’ve met the wayward and they are there with you
Insatiables
They’ve met on certain ships
bound for different unwelcoming
Ports
set sail sometimes hoping to meet
in calmer seas
You’ve been tempest-tossed of late
Land-bound and hoping
Clasping tight round certain ribs
She won’t let go of your hips now
grasps tighter
Her face buried in your neck
makes you quiet
Quiets the rumbling in your belly
You try harder to feed the hunger
You’re so far now
much quieter of late
And they too scavenge in the dimming light of day
You’re far too quiet and much farther
than any lighthouse
But there are books enough to burn
And there are always certain pages
Part I
Three clicks and a rapping to rattle
They were hiding in the back
Clipping, cracks, shuffling
Noises to suffocate
Hold your breath honey
Hold your breath, shhhh
Three shots fired in a language
he understands
when screaming
follows and shrieking
he
understands
Hold back honey
Don’t let it out
Suck it in honey and close your eyes
Small feet in small leather shoes
Size 2s in a row
holding hands
don’t
disband
Don’t say a word
Don’t make a move
Suren is running
honey
He’ll get the news
Suren is running in bare feet bruised
Size 3
No leather shoes
Hold it in
Don’t scream
Don’t move
Close your eyes
Shut your ears
Don’t make a sound
Don’t make a move
Suren is running
Part II
Run baby boy run
Says
Death’s on my back
Run baby boy run
Cries
Devils on the track
Don’t turn around
Don’t look back
Part III
Osman was a friend of mine
Orhan was another
Selim was a friend of mine
Mehmet was his brother
Part IV
Boy is running riverside
Boy is heading downstream
Feet cracked
Swollen feet bleeding
Won’t stop won’t turn around
Won’t scream tears making tracks
You need to keep running Suren
You heard their plans
Keep running Suren
Warn the village son
Part V
Something’s in the water
Water’s turning red
Floating down the river
Water running red
Small leather shoes
Small feet no leather shoes
Size 2s
You need to keep running Suren
Don’t stop
Don’t turn around
Don’t scream
Keep running honey shhhh
Don’t cry
Don’t slow
Don’t freeze
Suren keep running
Part I
Three clicks and a rapping to rattle
They were hiding in the back
Clipping, cracks, shuffling
Noises to suffocate
Hold your breath honey
Hold your breath, shhhh
Three shots fired in a language
He understands when screaming
follows and shrieking he
Understands
Hold back honey don’t let it out
Suck it in honey and close your eyes
Small feet in small leather shoes
Size 2s in a row holding hands don’t
disband don’t say a word don’t make a move Suren is running
Honey he’ll get the news
Suren is running in bare feet bruised
Size 3 no leather shoes
Hold it in
Don’t scream
Don’t move
Close your eyes
Shut your ears
Don’t make a sound
Don’t make a move
Suren is running
I have time enough to slip through
& disappear, skipping ropes
Double Dutch
Between beauty and dread
my heart is racing
