Eflatun Solmaz - Chickpea
They're all gone... left me with the thoughts I spawn. No one dared to thread the line from that moment into mine. Our book’s been penned, the page is turned. Where can you run when the bridges are burned huh? What’s left of us is history let it be told in poetry. Was it fate, that heat and flame would roast your seed and change your name— to chickpea now. No root, no tree just cracked and dry, a memory. You felt the pain beneath your skin. But not yet where the bones begin. It’s coming still, the break, the snap go on and run, you’ll hit the trap. Rolling, falling, frying pan you meet a comrade, lift your hand. But hear instead: "go love another, find some peace, forget this brother." No matter how we screamed and shook we broke apart, tectonic crook. How many chances how many ends one from the east, one Rome defends. Once more we walked through shattered land got covered in dust, hand in hand. Remember hearts beat side by side thump-thump-thump, thump-thump. No place to...