ŞarNar (!/?) by Haydar Akdağ

ŞarNar (!/?)

Lover;
It is such a city;
Of kings entirely;
Silver on the beautiful face of a world...
In two world wars;
In December...
How many breaths did it walk;
Its Pomegranate;
Its labor;
Its blessing (!/?)
Who was the one without the sceptre ,
Making mountains and oceans walk (!/?)

 We know who invented money, but tomorrow, history could be rewritten with an archaeological study... But it would be so nice if we were money’s last users (!/?) Placed behind the glass at the museum; so many world sultans-kings; how  beautifully deformed their era’s money, with soil-rock! The perfect repetition is destroyed, alas! Who knows, maybe to ruling powers choking under compliments; their solitude (!/?)

The form is always the same; coins; change; deformations; defects; defeats, some... We wished luck to ŞarNar; the cities of blessings. We mixed them together. We combined their labor. We brought side by side the past and the future omen (!/?)