Soon Encounter Poem by Peter Eliastam

Soon Encounter



I see a cloud
Unclench it’s mist.
Atomic rain
Falls through the fingers
Of its fist.

I hear the din
Deep in the brain.
Nuclear cicadas,
Cain coming. Culminating
In cyclonic pain.

I sense again
The dark armadas
Of despair,
Demonic, acrid on the air
And breathe a prayer.

I watch the valley
Of dry bones,
And in my hand clutch
Five round river-stones.
They come alive!

I test the sling,
Caress it to my lips,
The song of mourning
Barefoot at the bush
Burning on my tongue.

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