David Ignatow

(7 February 1914 - 17 November 1997 / Brooklyn/ New York)

Without Sexual Attraction - Poem by David Ignatow

Without sexual attraction, there is
the brutal movement of the sea.
The face peers out of its skeletal frame
and hands reach like bone.

Without love, the streets
are hollow sounding
with wooden, hurried steps,
voices like caverns of death.
We pass each other as trains do,
whistling screams.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, March 14, 2012

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