Little White Pill by Fabrice Poussin

Poetry
to the soul

To the Soul by Fabrice Poussin

 

The sign on his arm shrank to lower case

when the child was five he played with the scythe

unwillingly encountering the blade

filling the boot with a reddish gurgle.

 

Walking the road home bravely a scarf to dumb the wound

a little boy alongside not sure of his fate

time and time again, aspirin his only remedy

for the cut, the bump, the break.

 

 

About the Author:

Fabrice Poussin teaches French and English at Shorter University. Author of novels and poetry, his work has appeared in Kestrel, Symposium, The Chimes, and many other magazines. His photography has been published in The Front Porch Review, the San Pedro River Review as well as other publications.