Arsenic Lobster poetry journal Issue Six 2004 |
AFTER RUSSIA Cook Rob 1. In the submarine puddles we found a dry place far from sleep You tugged at our periscope to make a rain cub “We’ll never be here as people again” 2. Teeth ringing through the cold war deer theater We’d made it to where the trees end their human shadows The storm deep in the caves without us. |
About Rob Cook |