The thing about this precipice
Is just that the place you hear best
Is the place you can fall.
Are those these echoes?
Jonah, you miserable
Jonah, you, me.
A prophet at this precipice.
I contemplate God’s Voice
In the belly of the whale.
And go on to miss the point.
Sometimes the assonance, alliteration, rhyme
Sometimes this is proof of God’s presence.
Infused in these words.
Sometimes these assonances, alliterations, and rhymes.
Sometimes these are the decoys.
I hold a gift upon this cliff.
The silvery bow and the wrappings shine with oily rainbows.
But this is a light box, it does not shake-rattle.
The word “trappings” can mean two different things.