Estragon

 

I’m nobody

but another one

abandoned and alone

under this peaceful tree ...

if there isn’t anything to do !..

- yes, let’s get out of here

the hat, the boot ... useless things

life is there to waste time

and the dough hasn’t risen yet

let’s stare at the horizon… after a while

Godot! death or utopia !

namely, ellipsis

half a sentence ...

oh the life I never live !

passive expectation, paranoia!  

that’s it, a few words in haste

and a boring dialogue

at the doorstep of nothingness

 

- what the hell ! why am I waiting here ?

 

İlyas Tunc

Translated from Turkish by the poet and Robert Berold