Hear her sudden voice
mortified by dirt walls.
Speaks incessantly, murmuring
a faint song then remembering
sunbeams, silken umbrellas
pink pearls. She lies
outnumbered by acidic bottles
rotten by dust and rust.
Obstinate, undertaking obscurity
moistened by twilight, she cries
while with untrained fingers
I scan for sensible lines in my ear
full of labyrinthine dead ends
trusting at each turn I’ll find
the right spot, right sonority.
Below, my chest has cracked open.
Earth keeps tumbling.