One Poem by Louis Kasatkin

 

SILENCE 

 

A silent apartment,

a dark room,

something is wrong

not the way it ought to be,

space is curling up at the corners

like torn wallpaper on a damp wall,

there’s nothing he can do

nothing he can change;

he remembers,

a large zinc table

and saying,

” this is a hacksaw,

these are pliers,

this is a hammer and nails,

a hatchet,

a chisel and

a cut-throat razor,

the genuine article“.

there’s nothing he can do

there’s nothing he can change;

Blank eyes,

a silent apartment,

a dark room,

nothing.

 

 

Louis Kasatkin is founder of Destiny Poets in the UK and Editorial Administrator at www.destinypoets.co.uk. For more than 20 years a Poet and Poetry promoter,Louis has been Poet-in-Residence at Wakefield Cathedral and workshop leader in schools and the wider local community.