into the rise, the rinsed-out space the farmgoat caught his death
a piece of it took days but that his own design
even w/ blood pooling like buttermilk & under & in the blood aer he is calm he is like a wren [End Page 130]
C. Violet Eaton studied at the University of Buffalo’s Poetics Program and the Iowa Writers’ Workshop. He is the editor of Bestoned, a journal of new metaphysical verse. As Dowser, he occasionally dispatches small editions of “hill drone” recordings from secret locations in Arkansas, the same state in which he teaches poetry and sells used & rare books for a living.