Light Sleeper

Charles Simic

You were a witness
To so many crimes
In your lifetime, my friend,
No wonder most nights
You can be found
Testifying in a trial
In some country
Whose language
You don’t understand.The proceedings
Interminably slow
With more corpses
Being dragged in
Their ghastly wounds
As you recall them
In your own eyes
And news photographs.You’ll be asked
To return tomorrow
So once more
You’ll crawl out of bed
And grope your way
Toward the silent
Crowded courtroom
They’ve set up
Just down the hall.

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Charles Simic’s most recent book of poems is Scribbled in the Dark.

The Southern Review

Autumn 2018

Baton Rouge, Louisiana

Louisiana State University

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