and never arise from. Incorrigible doesn’t mean puckish.
It means some wheels cannot be made to run straight.

The Peak in the Meadows changes its name depending
on which way you are facing. Italians see the antler

of a red deer. The French, something else. To me,
it is a shark’s tooth, a mythical fish in this village

where chamois bear messages to heaven. The Matterhorn
has a murderous glamour. Stop your ears if you can,

lest it call to you. A rescue every fortnight, a death
each season. You could be dangling upside down

with a head wound. It’s not about being clever, like a dog
or a bat, you hear it or you don’t. We get in, we get out.

It is an ancient design. The spruce cone and the shark’s skin –
both perfectly smooth as you move your hand down.