NIGHT BUS
                      	  to Baris

Women were lying with horrible knife wounds
the bus drove on without stopping
those living on the floors above
had bolted their doors to the screams below.

I watched the same reel, shivering lightly
night after night,
secretly learning my part every day,
and I waited my turn
to see my own face on the screen,
I've paid the entrance fee to enter myself.

The night kissed him on the brow, on the lips,
opened the door and ushered him to his seat,
 neither man, nor woman 
mass produced dollies to tickle the flesh
blood-red drinks in hand 
went round and round the house of lust.

They asked us who we were, but we forgot our names,
we had been severed from ourselves
by horses with dark wings...
The night changed our clothes
and fastened sequins on our hair
then carried us off to a sunken land.

Women were lying with horrible knife wounds
and the bus drove on without stopping.