Poem with a tail

We’re not compatible: you’re a different breed;

You’re the butcher’s pet, I’m an alley cat.

You eat out of a polished tin can,

I eat out of the lion’s mouth;

You dream of love, I dream of meat.

 

But your life’s not easy, either,

Tough job, brother,

To have to wag your tail day in day out.

 

REPLY

from the butcher’s pet to the alley cat

 

You’re talking of hunger,

So you’re a communist.

So you burned down all the buildings,

Those in Istanbul

And in Ankara…

 

You, filthy swine, you!

 

Orhan Veli Kanık

 

 

( In Explore - September 29, 2020 )

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