What a Way To Depart
What a Way to Depart
Old and poor with frail health
below is the sum total of his wealth:
on the rusty iron bunk, a wicker mattress
on the dusty wall, the picture of an ancient actress
a worn-out blanket
a grimy winter jacket
and an antique tennis racket.
That’s not all
but all that’s worth the recall.
just before the final departure
in line with strange human culture
he threw all onto the matress
the picture of the actress,
the blanket,
the winter jacket,
and some more…
Except the tennis racket
he held it tight and close to his heart
what a way to depart
he burned them all
and couldn’t remember
what happened to the tennis ball.
There was no need
nor any one who’d care, to call.
No more nightmares to scorn and harass
the key to his locked room
rested way out in the tall grass.
Idris Esen, 22 April, 2013
Üsküdar/Istanbul
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