← v7n1, Spring 2008Poetry · 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‚
