The Eleventh

Here we get,
down to the table
where fables reconnect
to the cable, eleven at
a time, heaven as a
rhyme, concentric
elasticity, a list of
impressions digressing
the bounds of a river 
ford, anchovies and
a side of beautiful 
canaries, in a lithium
mine, too unhappy 
for a mountain to
melt into the 
eventual ocean.