← v10n1, Spring 2011
Poetry · Volume 10, Number 1

At Hald Hovedgaard Estate-Medieval Writing Desk

The guest whose father has died

describes his last gasp—huhp,

she says, breathing in quickly.

What kind of talk is that?

(It is only one person at table

who hears.) The writing desk

There is a blotter, and some writing

still depressed in it. “The image,

however good, however Godlike,

is not God,” it will be revealed,

later that night, by the rubbing

they shush over it.