Simon Perchik

Motionless, on the way out
no longer feels at home
though this single-minded nail

wants the job finished now
wanted a small hole, filled
to silence the song in the picture

in black and white taking her away
holding on -what's left
will lower the wooden frame

is already caressing the wall
that something happened to
is surrounded by winds and cries

that carry off birds, bent the Earth
and the exhausted nail, by itself
between your fingers and suddenness.

Copyright 2015. All rights reserved.

Want to comment on this story? Click Here to go the Literary Review Discussion Forum (for the subject, enter "Comment on poem Motionless")