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Eric Baus is the author of The Tranquilized Tongue (City Lights, 2014). He teaches at Regis University and lives in Denver, Colorado.

The Rain of the Ice

Eric Baus

The horse's pain never imagines a house beyond the storm. Its mirrored breath forms a force that dies without noise. The ice in a sickened room is not salt. Its perfume pours a rain that deletes the tacit skin.

Copyright © 2013 by Eric Baus. Used with permission of the author.

Copyright © 2013 by Eric Baus. Used with permission of the author.

Eric Baus

Eric Baus is the author of The Tranquilized Tongue (City Lights, 2014). He teaches at Regis University and lives in Denver, Colorado.

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