Arsenic Lobster poetry journal Issue Forty-one
Summer 2016
Simon Perchik

This path could be its echo
clings to your exhausted cry
and once around one shoulder

climbs, covers the Earth
already those footsteps
mourners will use

follow as emptiness
and not answer anymore
or look :this path

coming back with stars
that no longer listen
over and over.

About Simon Perchik

Previous Poem | Next Poem