Dan Lukiv

The Photon Cellar, poetry Dan Lukiv

An excerpt // The Bay // The Bay of Bengal / Re-pukes a holowind of / Unnatural fury / And uncivilized debris; // The tongue of death / Licks one / But misses another; // Later, / A boy stands / Upon a salty rock, / Staring down, / Blankly, / Unhurriedly, / As waves nip at / A bloated baby; // Stiff, / Outstretched arms / Lie frozen; / Death has left fingers / And toes puffy, / Lips and eyes bulgy; // The backdrop is a freighter, / As large as fear, / Anchored like a stone: // A mother rocks her baby / To sleep, / Yawns, / Hums Brahms' Lullaby, / Watches late-night news / To stay awake, / But switches channels / With a "remote" / When ugly becomes / Too ugly.