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Coal must be fought --my shovel
sharpened and the pile
crouching, sure to leap again --the pail
dented, hung from my hip.
It slows the fires.
These dry, black stones
--with one final scream
the clanking stops
the way each stove
already longs for its downstairs
--even this blade
whose mouth is broken open
rears up --didn't I hear
what's taking so long
and what is it I'm banging.
--there's a tree inside
--don't you want
there's stirrups! my teeth
rear up --by the mouthful, counting.
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Writer
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Simon Perchik is the author of numerous books of poetry, including, most recently, The Autochthon Poems, Touching the Headstone, Hands Collected, Letters to the Dead, Birthmark, and Shearsman 19. In addition, his work has appeared in hundreds of publications, including The Partisan Review, Poetry, The Nation, North American Review, Beloit, The Colorado Review, The Denver Quarterly, Southern Humanities Review, Osiris, The Small Pond Magazine, and The New Yorker. He lives and works in New York.
simon@hamptons.com
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