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1954/Mustafa's Eyes
by Foretacn
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12 years ago
1954, and the Sürgünlik
Ragged, fluking eyes in latticed, fetid
Frames, Skin, all drying as aired washing might,
Flapping, cracking in the slake bound rink. Mid
Pause, a corpse, jogged from its jaunty poise
By another, shuffling precursor,
Pitches overboard, rolling into the
Grit at the wagonside, Somewhere, a child,
The gargoyle
With a wizened sort of calm, sitting tight
On his palms with a skeletal grace, grins
In the accustomed manner, eyes ever fixed
On the infernal engine, that, as worn
As they both were, grappled onwards with a
Decidedly proletarian intensity.
Warriors all for the common plan, the NKDV
Man, Mikail’s brainchild in claw, spat bile
At the tundra, cursed, rubbed raw at his hands,
Then gave up, and offered Mustafa a
Cigarette.
Ragged, fluking eyes in latticed, fetid
Frames, Skin, all drying as aired washing might,
Flapping, cracking in the slake bound rink. Mid
Pause, a corpse, jogged from its jaunty poise
By another, shuffling precursor,
Pitches overboard, rolling into the
Grit at the wagonside, Somewhere, a child,
The gargoyle
With a wizened sort of calm, sitting tight
On his palms with a skeletal grace, grins
In the accustomed manner, eyes ever fixed
On the infernal engine, that, as worn
As they both were, grappled onwards with a
Decidedly proletarian intensity.
Warriors all for the common plan, the NKDV
Man, Mikail’s brainchild in claw, spat bile
At the tundra, cursed, rubbed raw at his hands,
Then gave up, and offered Mustafa a
Cigarette.
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