By Peter Taylor
I am the beginning of language.
The worn type heaped in my guts
with ink, grease, bits of paper
on which I have spelled the word
as the world’s biography.
My guts fashioned
the invincible Roman
from a cauldron of impurities:
angular face, trim beard, spine
like a ramrod
from shoulder to foot.
Bodies of every sort
from my fire.
march across the page
thought clicks into place,
hardens into being.
“Hell-box” was originally published by Descant