Post Apocalypse in Polo Park

by Don Schaeffer
Pen Shells
Honorable Mention, January 2010
Judged by Dorianne Laux and Joseph Millar


The end of the world
comes with a grumble
and small fires
licking at the trees;

but the people die
at the hands of one another.
The cold comes from
failure of mercy,
not the winter.

That’s why the bus trip home
is magnified. Those icey
lights which subtract the color
and the deep Winter panic
of the Winnipeg cold.

I’m a deeply lonely man
so I just understand.
I want the voice
of a friend in the night.



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      The World Is Moist in the Morning
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      The Waters

      Second Place

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      Wild Poetry Forum

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