Poe’s Apartment on Waverly Place

A heavy weight unlocks the cataclysm,
The Red Death clinging to every

Fiber of the brain; the vanquished mariner,
The drowning of the stars; cascading

Dreams that cleave into the night,
Vacant eyes that once were men,

Evanescing were the lovelorn, wraiths
Unmoored upon the main; the burning

Angel, the whimpering orphan waif,
Ghastly was the cannibal, a fading

Cross at every door; crushed beneath
The iron monolith, unwept the harlot’s

Hearse, the asters all were withered,
The anguish of windswept rains;

A hell that birthed the brook of fiends,
A haze that groaned the song

Primordial, a soul who freed the earthly
Dove, whose spirit walks beside me.

David Penner has taught English and ESL within the City University of New York and at Fordham. His articles on politics and health care have appeared in CounterPunch, Dissident Voice, Dr. Linda and KevinMD; while his poetry has been published with Dissident Voice. Also a photographer, he is the author of three books: Faces of Manhattan Island, Faces of The New Economy, and Manhattan Pairs. He can be reached at: 321davidadam@gmail. Read other articles by David.