JOHNMICHAEL SIMON POETRY

Pomegranates burst open

like shrapnel

spitting red sweetness

in all directions

 

blood on walls,

on sidewalks

on imploding storefronts

here and there

a piece of skin

a fragment

 

in Hebrew

pomegranate and hand grenade

are the same word

so are peace and goodbye

 

coexistence

waiting

to explode

any minute