Friday, January 23, 2009

Krikor N. Der Hohannesian: EXECUTION

Hrant Dink, in memoriam

They snuffed him – Turkish style,
a teeming street in Istanbul
three bullets, back of the brain,
point-blank, draped his corpse
in white shroud weighted
with bricks at four corners,
left him lying there for gawkers-
to what end? Horror? Or the mute message,
This Is What You Get for Being Un-Turkic?

Like you, hairig, he was a journalist
a life’s quest of opening doors
to blackened rooms where
suffering abides, where grudges
are held tight to pained hearts,
where decades later old wounds still fester.

And we stand, unable to pity the assassin
or forgive his maniacal hatred, waiting
for light to dawn on the lightless.

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