Prologue
what anger forms
this stone is shown
carved is art
but a jewel must be cut
who says it is
a shield before injury kneeling
sword in hand
a cross that cries by right
Table
gathered to face
the interior administration
of trustworthy light
equal until otherwise
a documentation problem
Da Vinci’s diners face out
a facet for each knight
does not always make it round
Crown
down and outwards
a susceptible angle
the collected scratches
a history of resistance
its rule and its injustices
gold’s purple abdication
gone fishin’ is free
to lure each shilling
Girdle
a border
not a cinch
to look at
catch light
its top assumes
a bottom
an indifferent gesture
sparkles at night
Pavilion
on climbing days
cutting feet
legs swinging
the body in each finger
under the weather
protected
with every ascent
a pulling
Culet
flat or pointed
goes unseen
a spinning top
is not about
what goes on
below
but what comes up
from under
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