RUNNING HORSES...

RUNNING HORSES

 

Beams going through the sky,

Are not meant to reach God!

They were made to kill God.

…And God died.

Run Horses!

At the Freedom Square.

Horses don’t die

They get killed.

 

They could touch                              

a god,

That - they wanted.

And from Beneath

Raised it to the sky.

 

While walls were raising

Curtains were closing

 

And when God showed

That He didn’t die

Stone masks on their faces!

 

MELEK TEKIN

Reviews

[.R.P.]

This had a good lyrical quality. A very abstract arc but an arc that was persistent. I received this as a symbol for human insignificance but also their capacity for ingenuity and their arrogance. Good read!