The Cellini Night

A laser surgery of first light. The Gorgon’s
lavish body twists like streets, Tuscan slate,
and the Cellini night holds the trophy

gibbous moon in a fisted Olympic
salute. Here are the needles and gouts
and coaxial cables of patina-green

bronze blood down the block from the internet café.

John M. Anderson teaches creative writing and literature at Boston College. His poems have appeared most recently in Crazyhorse, Beloit Poetry Journal, Tuesday: An Art Project, and The Antioch Review. His chapbook, Dictionary Quilt was released by Pudding House Press in 2007, and his manuscript Blackwater Driveby was a finalist for the May Swenson Prize.