Pain? Not

a poem by
FABRICE POUSSIN | Professor + Poet


Photo by Simon Buchou

SUFFERING in the dolce vita of yesteryear we part the world
Gleeful within the pain made like the softest blanket of stars
We implode into infinite knowledge to the depths of wisdom

Lying on a bed of molten earth, we find a soothing river
Infinite in its motion to a sea of gentle passion
Holding those extremities with gazes of cutting ice.

Paradox of contradictions, we find peace in the bodily wars
Struggling through puzzlement, to discover only answers
To the many queries we never dare make in earnest.

Brittle bones crackle like a dying fire at the bottom of the Pacific
But spirits know no horror from the crushing of their enemies
Watery diamonds they slip through the cold grasps of monsters.

Heroes born of a fleeting flash in a dim passion we die
Perishing upon the jagged shore of the unforgiving sea
Never apart when our bodies are severed from gentle souls.

Pain? Not now! It is the impossible dream of the eternal foe
Perched on a thorny nest upon the dark tower of frigid ivory
He imagines the fear he can no longer fester in the meek.

We vanish indeed! Our limbs torn, hearts broken, eyes pierced
Victorious in oblivion, we will reign in the ultimate dominion
For our sufferance is but the spice of the meals we crave.



Professor + Poet

Fabrice Poussin teaches French and English at Shorter University. Author of novels and poetry, his work has appeared in Kestrel, Symposium, The Chimes, and dozens of other magazines. His photography has been published in The Front Porch Review, the San Pedro River Review and more than 250 other publications.