Mocked On

What it was, literally, ever offered, at their
epoch of shame, an elliptical equating of

Olympus-less Polyphemus,

positioning, suspect to be conferring, four
randomized atoms, a veil and a sea or

an alighting of the aye, a dry outer bank,
and Irene’s mother dipped into narrative

context, or a T-bone, of double-breasted
neck, one grave voice—in spirited sleep.

And remote, a cupola that gathers quantity,
neighbor-ling, a spike of hackles,

a repeating quotient (captive foreshadows),
honing forward our lank, egre-

gious, amnesiac orality.