By Andrew Hutto

—with anagrams of lines by Wendell Berry and Rebecca Gayle Howell

Eddied Moth Tinnitus—

Ear-blinded

By flaming rings 

Around the

Spectacle 

Hell bells—

Is driven in a

Cataract of

Unmethodised 

Id-tint 

Tinsmith

Unto

Intended

Timid shout

Of the 

Deed hindmost 

Denuded shim.

A rhyme

Tome

To me 

Buried 

Deep 

Beneath 

The rhyme 

Mote 

Around 

the sea 

Of womb’s fresh root—

Suspended in warm pools—

Of womb’s rose froth—

Collected in the scorched lyme rest—

Of womb’s horse fort.