A Period without a Sentence
Füsun Atalay
Copyright © 1996
Time stands still
as blank faces in black cloaks
cut through
billowing clouds
of
collectively inhaled tobacco.
Fates-
summoned to heaven
or
to hell
with one fell blow
of a gavel's knell...
What festering conflicts
redirect paths?
Time stands still
While the arms of clocks turn
to restore justice
or temporary peace -
tempers burn the final threads
between parties.
A last, valiant attempt
to inurn the pain.
Time stands still
as blank faces in black cloaks
cut through
billowing clouds
of
collectively inhaled tobacco.
Fates-
summoned to heaven
or
to hell
with one fell blow
of a gavel's knell...
What festering conflicts
redirect paths?
Time stands still
While the arms of clocks turn
to restore justice
or temporary peace -
tempers burn the final threads
between parties.
A last, valiant attempt
to inurn the pain.
Copyrighted Material ~ Copyright © 1996 ~ All Rights belong to Füsun Atalay
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