*
You never get used to it
left and right –moonlight
all that’s left on your grave
each night heavier, bitter
with no place to fall
sometimes as snow, sometimes
counting on pebbles from others
all night bringing stars
to strike the ground over and over
covering you with shadows
and still you’re cold
come here as paths and distances.
Simon Perchik is an attorney whose poems have appeared in Partisan Review, Forge, Poetry, Osiris, The New Yorker and elsewhere. His most recent collection is The Osiris Poems published by box of chalk, 2017.
