Özgürlük bir rokettir, değil mi

Fourth of July

by John Brehm

Freedom is a rocket, isn’t it,

Özgürlük bir rokettir, değil mi,

orgasmically over
parkloads of hot
dog devouring
human beings
or into the cities
of our enemies
without whom we
would surely
kill ourselves

though they are
ourselves and
America I see now
is the soldier
who said I saw
burning on my
chest and tried
to brush it off with
my right hand
but my arm
wasn’t there—

America is no
other than this
moment, the
burning ribcage,
the hand gone
that might have
put it out, the skies
afire with our history.

Çeviren: E. Geddes

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