Bash 'round in a bell with a wooden stick,
and set ruddy teacups to jar, to jar
their shoulders against their fellows in
a heaving cabinet; in a heaving
cabinet, hewn from yew.
A cabinet struck to splinters against
the wall, a bell shaken down
below the eaves, a bell by its throat
in the wind, pent in the tooth-mouthed wind.
–Who does it menace, ready to chew?— yew berries,
alone each on the tiny tree.
-2002
