The Characters

Bent and mottled with

Hammer-blows, lines of

Earthy ink cross a page

In a volume bound

By sinew. Broken lines tie

Memory to present stringing

Meaning along a thread

Until time comes to demand

Another line be threaded into

The fell, and an assessment

Given. The pings of hammer’s-head on

Sheeting resounds within and

Tiny troughs merge into

A curved line, once a plane

Now molded, drizzled in patina

Beaming plasticity and yet

Made of air and relationships.