Poem by Fabrice Poussin
Black or blue upon unknown smiles decades with open eyes I have seen with old ears I have captured their sounds those ghosts will haunt me to my last breath. Angry with syllables they can barely utter grimaces have scarred the faces of babes once full of joy they played on my street now I can only make up those cries of terror. I wonder whether I will remember those brothers who ran to the parks celebrated summer and July 4th anticipating the song of carols in winter. A crazy thing it is to ponder the memories we all take with us upon judgment day I hope they will embrace the peace of heaven those strangers I saw yet last eve under their disguises.
Poussin’s work in poetry and photography has appeared in hundreds of magazines. Most recently, his collection “In Absentia,” was published with Silver Bow Publishing.
