Cockle-shell shaped, each cavern-window
lies in its valley, its low promontory.
Whisper. Climb through one. Let yourself into
Find how in spirals, its narrow bone-stair
ascends in a thin portico.
Its walls are taut and translucent as drum skins.
Doors quiver lightly as you pass through
and enter the rounded, dim vestibule
that slides down into a darkening channel.
Below, a bone hammer works a bone anvil
in the black cave sunk at the rise of the skull:
Wait now. From there, only fine nerves go,
forging the shape notes: your sound’s cargo