You shouldn’t venture into fog,
where a mountain’s head rises,
a face without eyes, arrowhead
jammed into the flesh of sky.
It may be, someday
that the world will flip to face
another sun, and you the fish
choking at the bottom
of a wooden-ribbed boat,
your eyes smoke and glass,
your desperate lips pouting
as you drown in the merciless air.
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Steve Klepetar has received several nominations for Best of the Net and the Pushcart Prize, including four in 2016. Recent collections include My Son Writes a Report on the Warsaw Ghetto and The Li Bo Poems. Family Reunion and A Landscape in Hell are forthcoming in 2017.
“the world will flip to face another sun”–has it already? and are we already drowning in this “merciless air?”