City of the Sea


By Pavel Chichikov

The sun bent down to taste

The savor of the waste

In the shallows of the coast

Inside the lip of sea

He drank a bitter tea

The cup was nearly empty

Leavings at the bottom

The black abyss of Sodom

Were leaving-stones of heaven

The city made of salt

Drunk to its default –

Also will it be

Our city of the sea


(Click here to follow Pavel's ongoing epic poem “The Shoulder of the Sun.” You may visit Pavel's website at http://www.greyowlpress.com.)

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