*
Yes, bones do have a cry
though what you hear is a bird
lost, airsick, on the ground
where your ankle comforts it
with the warm blanket asylums use
to cushion the mad with screams
and weighs almost nothing
yet the doctor says in time the pain
will disappear and you won't hear
whatever wind there is, calling
from inside the dead for more
over and over :a small beginning.
Simon Perchik is an attorney whose poems have appeared in Partisan Review, The Nation, The New Yorker,
and elsewhere. For more information, including free e-books, his essay titled
"Magic, Illusion and Other Realities" and a complete bibliography,
please visit his website at www.simonperchik.com.
