Beer Garden Poem by Antigone Kefala

Beer Garden



The man
kept attacking the steak
as if a live animal
liquid ice
running on him
through the sparse
greenery.

Outside, the heat
brushed against us
with fur hands.

Monday, December 19, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: animal,running
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
1 / 10
Antigone Kefala

Antigone Kefala

Brăila
Close
Error Success