Simon Perchik




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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.









                                    

 

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