Simon Perchik
Photo: jar()
This path so like the others
doesn’t know where else to go
and for each funeral
you build another hallway
in another mountain, the palaces
filling with a great rockslide
though you’re never sure, the shovel
is bent from sunsets and distances
has hands already coming due
and what chance has the small room
this frail stone gives off
coming here to die.
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