after leaving this shell
lift now with the hospital exhaust—
in light the cities blur
arriving i am welcomed, mouthless—
i step stingless over snow
father, father i missed you—
how do i unbreak this throat?
can i sing to my children
through these sumac roots?
my wife, can i hold you
with these hands of myrrh?
Scott Ferry helps Veterans heal as a RN in Renton, Washington. He has recent work in American Journal of Poetry, Misfit, and Cultural Weekly. His second book Mr. Rogers kills fruit flies is now available from Main St. Rag.
