the body, drowning by Dennis Cooley

Poem title: the body, drowning Poet name: Dennis Cooley Poem: waterlogged we stand still our arms wide open eyes as birds so also our warthog hearts which wash up in ropey tangles in gurgles up our throats the tides come on tumble and coil and you hold cold feet against my heart to keep us warm hold court in the armory of the seas in our ears our small bones going under End of Poem. Credits: Copyright © Dennis Cooley Grew up in Saskatchewan. Active as poet, editor, publisher, teacher in Winnipeg for manny years. Three new titles in 2020: the muse sings, coldpress moon, the bestiary. A collaborative book, the gibbous moon, forthcoming. A new manuscript, body works, in submission.