coating my throat with honey
after shouting across the canyon
you find a small instance of gravel
in the viscous
in the fire
in the tooth you extract
with your bare knuckles
like mussels you open
sweet meat, organ
in broth you sop with a crust
and you wonder why
you, the magic babbling inventor
did not tie a tin can to a string
to my ear to my mouth to
stretch across the canyon
I shouted across the canyon
on a string
