The Tower Journal

Peycho Kanev




The Old City

I’m walking down the street of bygone greatness
the street of sleeping old eunuchs
the street of no children and white cats
the narrow street of absorbing darkness
the street where the moon moans for forgiveness

And I still walk down the street of forgotten Nazis
where black dogs stand in circle and look at me
with oily eyes empty of regret
and drawn blinds behind the windows of dark
centuries-old houses who have witnessed the rolling
heads of kings and queens on the cobbled street

I finally found myself in front of the cemetery
where there are no streets but only stones with names
and alleys covered with dirt and dark grass
whispering silently to each other of the future
and two gravediggers dressed in dark overalls
which shovel after shovel build a new bed

This is how it all begins said one of them
This is how it all ends said the other one
and the endless sky above with billions of
dead stars as their only witness
and me of course but I was somewhere else.






Here

I don’t believe in the myth of the phoenix

or in any other fairy tale–
reading Ovid
at the window
in the seeping autumn light
and I ask Why?
Looking
at the cross
on the wall-
dripping silence
and approaching
darkness
and nothing more
but life.





Copyright © 2016 Peycho Kanev


Peycho Kanev is the author of 4 poetry collections and two chapbooks, published in USA and Europe. He has won several European awards for his poetry and he’s nominated for the Pushcart Award and Best of the Net. His poems have appeared in many literary magazines, such as: Poetry Quarterly, Evergreen Review, Front Porch Review, Hawaii Review, Barrow Street, Sheepshead Review, Off the Coast, The Adirondack Review, Sierra Nevada Review, The Cleveland Review and many others.

The Tower Journal
Winter  2016