I found the fountain penin his desk drawerafter he had diedand broke it in half.This was the antiveninto the poisonthat had spewed from its single fang, hollow,so that the wordscould be injected directly. Poems by Jerry Iwanus Published poems Home before you know itThe here and nowThe junkyard Poems published on this site or on Medium Pointe-SapinAboiteauFor Jillian (on her wedding)The TickleWaiting(Our) Love at 60The fraternal occupantThe visitor comesWhimsyTo ShelTo RicLa tempête de fin octobreIke JimeTime Reading time:1 min read Post published:2024-12-30 Post category:Published poetry Post author:Jerry Iwanus