” ‘Ain Ghazal” by Robert Beveridge

In a chamber with three hundred

ninety eyes there is no place not to be seen.

No blind spots. The corners, the ceiling,

on the back of two cattle statues

with your own custom saddle, the eyes

are there and remain forever.

In thickness and in health, in air unbreathed

for ten thousand years, overripe with gaze

and disdain. It is said no man has ever

stayed the night under the stare; the only ones

who sleep in this room are here for eternity.


Robert Beveridge (he/him) makes noise (xterminal.bandcamp.com) and writes poetry in Akron, OH. He has recent/upcoming appearances in Red Coyote Review, Deep South Magazine, and Aromatica Poetica, among others.

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