Ubiquitous Quietude
Go quietly or you will disturb the dead.
The mist is so thick here, like a white
bushy beard.
Famine is a woman with fragile bones
that cries at night, asking over and over,
“Where is your God now?”
The shovels are muddy, the ditch is dug.
A turtle passes the cemetery, reminding us
that he will outlive us all.
Go quietly…
Overture
A small old woman
dressed in black,
alone in a room somewhere.
It is not that it’s dark everywhere,
but the light that is missing.
If her soul asks how far is
freedom,
it will be told:
on the other side of town where everyone is asleep,
where all the clocks have been eaten.
And it is getting darker.
On the mantelpiece there’s an old photo
and a ragged doll locked in a cage.
Peycho Kanev is the author of 10 poetry collections and three chapbooks, published in the USA and Europe. His poems have appeared in many literary magazines, such as: Rattle, Poetry Quarterly, Evergreen Review, Front Porch Review, Hawaii Review, Barrow Street, Sheepshead Review, Off the Coast, The Adirondack Review, Sierra Nevada Review and many others. His new book of poetry titled A Fake Memoir was published in 2022 by Cyberwit.
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