Mama Had Said
“ Truth liberates”
My mama had said
I said
“Hurt me
I’m ready for truth”
Truth
My bone marrow
That young
bloodhound
That catlike fire
That very nose
Wild wired driven
Eating blood
Scents from light
years away
Digging hard
Touching
stench of
lies
Mountains of lies
And more
This morning
Cloudless skies
Captive pigeons
White marbles
Wild flowers
The entire gang
At the cemetery in
Istanbul
Listening
I thought aloud
“ Mama”… “Victors write history “
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