Round-Eyed In A Square between Taksim and Catalunya
for Ester Quintana; #resistturkey
Friends leap off bridges
while she stands aside.
‘Neither a follower nor a leader be’
her internal compromise.
Crowds make her nervous.
Who’s to say they’ll not turn?
like a school of fish. Sharks
trained on some unforeseen target.
It is not the crowd, not her friends
sweeping the streets
in slap-dash formation
riot gear at the ready
steering her retreat
up a dead-end alley.
She holds the hand next to hers,
not yet defiant. Still
only adding her voice,
she looks up at the cornice
There is no way out from this
No uniform staunches the bleeding.
No ambulance is let through.
She did not see the future coming,
cannot see it go up in flames.
She leans on a friend, one
of the kind who leaps off bridges.