I cast an earth from wax

And pour inside

All planetary water

salty and fresh, clean and dirty

(with tiny plastics too).

Tie the waxen earth to the rafters

with ribbon.

A soft and heavy earth hanging

next to wax arms and legs (hung

for God to see) and I fill the arms

and legs with dried fruit because it

is as sweet and dense as warmed


Brenda Coultas' latest book The Writing of an Hour, an ars poetica, was published by Wesleyan University Press this spring.