Agamemnon in Blue Şiiri - Alimert Demirel

The cold dead winds of september
Howl under the doors into the house
It dreams of a seperation
A frenzy of tears
The ship rolls and sways
The red beam goes off
Where the lost land lies
Beware travelers
Return whence you came
Clouds of Jupiter be with you

Death creeps from the shores of nostalgia
The waves make foam
It hides and drowns
Like a sonata
Flows through the ages
It lies in the weird off-white tiles
They never were

The procession was ten days
Rite de passage
Of sin poisoned water
I shall fracture my mind
It shall melt like wax
In the midst of my eyes

Now I am Agamemnon in blue
On the wooden stairs
Give me your current in pink
I shall wait for you
We will break the pomegranate
It will be named the great transgression