Post Calamity
 By Raquel Silberman


 What lurks behind the spine of disaster?
 stiff standing behind a
 vertebrae tree
 blinks in the dark of it’s
 shadows,
 apparitions of its grief
 when disaster walks away
 watch the darkness shrink.
 glimpses of bone in a flock of silk
 flip a penny and watch it
 sink
 when koi swims by,
 it feasts
 becoming just another shiny scale
 plotting by my feet
 A mess to clean.
 drapes strewn across power line
 sputtered with forgetful ink
 dense is the mind by virtue of
 limit
 What is disaster if not
 a moment to
 think