Arsenic Lobster poetry journal        Issue Six   2004
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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

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