Skip to content

Simon Perchik-V

This carpet dropped at your feet

welcomes you though every path

is due a clear reason trailing along


–speak up! spread out, walk

the way great oceans break into foam

just to count while every one here


is devoured trying to go on

as an endless shoreline –we know why

with our fingers reaching up


you turn your head –louder! talk

as if these leaves will never dry

are waiting for you to make a sound


that’s not another number

added to ours –for you silence is enough

but we too have a mouth –tell us how


draw out a breath that will have a place

as if nothing happened –every death

is named for you, isn’t this enough.