4 Poems by Max Thrax

Punk Noir Magazine

PECHENEGS

Pechenegs

Bark-colored horse

Pechenegs

On the sea’s lip

Pechenegs

Sip from gilded skulls

Pechenegs

Dnieper’s course

Through arrow-slit passes

They surge

Straight to the necks

Of settled princes

Pechenegs

Drink the lake

Pechenegs

Spill black blood

Pechenegs

Old and simple ways

Pechenegs

Pechenegs

None interred

Their ribs

The vault of the Caucasus

How many more have died

Than live today

Who remembers

Pechenegs

BIO: Max Thrax is fiction editor of Apocalypse Confidential. His novel God Is A Killer (2022) is available from Close to the Bone.