Discovering the Last Push of the Soul
BY ALEXANDRE FERRERE.
Many years old, many odd years;
future as tall as a lighthouse
& Time running after it, mad as a dog.
reads a sign)
a quick dance around
a last dance
to trembling violins
covered by the foghorn at night.
“He that had no grave had
the heavens still over him”
a skeleton is its own
before the face
& death stands the pier
under which flooded
for the last push of the soul, wait
for the sole rush of the past, wait,
Alexandre Ferrere is 28 and lives in France. After a Master's degree in Library Sciences and a Master's degree in English Literature, he is now working on a PhD. in American poetry. His essays and poems appeared or are forthcoming in Beatdom, Empty Mirror Rust+Moth, Lumin Journal, Riggwelter Press, Porridge Magazine, Barren Magazine, armarolla, Lucent Dreaming and elsewhere. You can follow him on Twitter @bluesfolkjazz.