an epithet, a good one. a bell tower is foal
– hobbling over a century turn, over
the proverbial hill / if the boy knew
to gnaw and kick; to keep to yr pedestal,
to better judgement / what gets u a rosebush jaw.
never did finish that vase. no one knows
if it’s Bruegel’s, but they care
like hammered papyrus.
New poetry by Alison Graham.