Over the dome of a speaker's skull
He could tell which diphthong and which vowel
By the bone vibrating to the sound.
A globe stops spinning. I set my palm
On a contour cold as permafrost
And imagine axle-hum and the steadfast
Russian of Osip Mandelstam.
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