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 hide.
thump-thump-thump.
Then came the lies
like pus that drowns
what never dies
thump-thump, thump-thump.

The sound died out, the hearts withdrew.
Doors once pried slammed shut on cue.

Thump-thump, thump-thump

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.

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 hide thump-thump-thump.
Then came the lies like pus that drowns
what never dies thump-thump, thump-thump.

The sound died out, the hearts withdrew.
Doors once pried slammed shut on cue.