5 Poems

Peter Giebel

Tower, the Effect of Pit

censor of the sun

wheat fields, curved scales

by mouth of any throng

what always was

no worth but yield

I can hear a dog barking

I can see a bird buried

in the earth you have forgot

Risk

den, blossom, fossils

within fossils, what-

ever brings flesh what

like water, blind

having no shelter

the mouth

is no door yet

ransomed

Gest

hirsute and combed

a viper’s nest

I cannot write

while running

negligé, jejune

the pyres cower

continuing intact

so few, a solipsism

Adagio

you meet

and fly off, adjacent

a series of walls

nothing inscribed

a locust’s shell

an eagle took

rapt to a sprig

aflame eagerly

Satellite

I follow

a wall, burden

of a garden

with derelicts over-

head, I come

to recognize a stranger

desiring vital

repeat

PETER GIEBEL is a writer and educator based in Denver, CO. His work has appeared in Diagram, Lana Turner, Prelude, Pulpmouth, Sonora Review, and elsewhere. Recently, he was a finalist for the Tomaž Šalamun Prize.