That out sprouted from the branches
The brittle egg, bouquet arranged
Neat as a skeleton, perfect, twisted watchcog,
Earth’s clock, absent of a tick.
I press it to my ear and there is no sea.
I try to peel but there is no skin.
Rindless, that bone of fruit, a dragon’s seed chrysalis is
Spiraling out itself,
Mathematics in pirouette,
Bowing.
Seirce Mhac Conghail is a student of English and Irish at Trinity College Dublin. Their work has been published in Dodging the Rain, ODD Magazine, The Phare, and Trinity Journal of Literary Translation.