Poetry Journal

Issues / Volume 5 Issue 1 , July 2015


Like seed that falls

Jenny Pollak

  there’s so much innocence left in the woman 
  of the young girl    
  who dreams of what she never had 
  and sees 
  through the magnification of salt 
  as though through diamonds 
  how casually 
  love is handed out     but not to her. 
  Only later, watching how her body leads 
  her step by awful
  step towards her death   
  (like seed that falls on impervious stuff 
  and not on soil),
  she feels betrayed.