An Excerpt from “Origin Myth”

Jeremiah Childers

Because the boy had proved
to be mute, his mother and father
      lowered him into the well.

Again I come to the brick-
            lined earth, to the clearing
      of their home—the field

            of switchgrass in the rim
of trees—and find, here,
      his mother, burning

his clothes and a bundle
      of sage. Here I find his father
            and the lamp-ridden night.

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