Tower, the Effect of Pit
censor of the sun
wheat fields, curved scales
by mouth of any throng
what always was
no worth but yield
I can hear a dog barking
I can see a bird buried
in the earth you have forgot
Risk
den, blossom, fossils
within fossils, what-
ever brings flesh what
like water, blind
having no shelter
the mouth
is no door yet
ransomed
Gest
hirsute and combed
a viper’s nest
I cannot write
while running
negligé, jejune
the pyres cower
continuing intact
so few, a solipsism
Adagio
you meet
and fly off, adjacent
a series of walls
nothing inscribed
a locust’s shell
an eagle took
rapt to a sprig
aflame eagerly
Satellite
I follow
a wall, burden
of a garden
with derelicts over-
head, I come
to recognize a stranger
desiring vital
repeat
PETER GIEBEL is a writer and educator based in Denver, CO. His work has appeared in Diagram, Lana Turner, Prelude, Pulpmouth, Sonora Review, and elsewhere. Recently, he was a finalist for the Tomaž Šalamun Prize.