Paul-Simanauskas

Dead eyes Dark and precious as a porcelain doll Glued to the history of the world Though it was all for cats A precipitous glance at an oncoming train; here lies the next stop Goodnight, dear Annabelle, I shall see you again at Christmas. When we crossed the Ohio Turbid and unclean I felt a chill running down my spine, for it was late June And the honeysuckle had already fallen “Where do you want to lie?” I dreamt of bedrock and limestone chiseled, a museum piece ignored Oh bees, swarming in the azure skies Why must you bring death through thunder and lightning? Foul, cold, calculating cruel I saw Alexandria ablaze and weeping; Socrates in the smoke, Plato on the pyre Why must you bring fire to paper and print? Foul, hot, fetid and vile Give to Caesar what is Caesar’s and Brutus complied When we crossed the Rubicon, I knew there was no turning back Sharp were the spears Sharp was her tongue Sharp was the pepper I bit into and coughed I need another jab “I did it for the bees;