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 Radioactive wasteThe writerFor shameKindlingThe first timeThe endThe appointed dayTimeThe choiceShutteredArachnidHomelessMayfliesThe flyIke JimeLa tempête de fin octobreTo RicTo ShelFedor IvanovychWhimsyRise againThe visitor comesThe fraternal occupant(Our) Love at 60WaitingThe Tickle (For Sara and Alex)For Jillian (On her wedding)AboiteauPointe-Sapin Reading time:1 min read Post published:2024-12-30 Post category:Published poetry Post author:Jerry Iwanus