a spring elegy
in spring I am taught death
the wind whirls into the dust
and cleans me up
they scream in understanding
and she nearly collapses
the flowers bloom and destroy
the ethereal sadness of winter
they fight now and he doesn’t believe it
I nod my head, meaning: its true
and then look down
the sun warms my eyelids
until I am no more and become air
but then there is the funeral
they are holding it elsewhere
and we just talk about it
she nearly collapses as if it’s her fault
and I nod my head and look down
because it is not my conversation
and the dead like quietness more, I guess
they scream in understanding
and the bees try to turn it into melodies
issue 01 | elif koca