← v7n1, Spring 2008
Poetry · Volume 7, Number 1

The Well: Egg and Tongue

Each day before the bell sounds the noon meal‚

they lounge on the main staircase. The stairwell

rises into a great dome‚ voices listing

upward and lingering in it with mothlike

aimlessness—while‚ at the base of the well‚ an antique

pattern repeats itself in alabaster measure‚