Thursday, October 18, 2012

Pharmaceutical Poetry



Ativan

That dream of a cricket
in the dark of the night
at the foot
of the gallows tree.

Virtuous
cricket. Little, hopeful
heart-
shaped face
lit up by the moon.

Little, hopeful, insistent
song
about the future
sung
to a hanged man's boots.

– Laura Kasischke (from Poetry, October 2012)