afterburial:

                       ❛  empty, i echo to the least footfall. museum without statues, grand with pillars, porticoes, rotundas. in my courtyard a fountain leaps and sinks back into itself, nun-hearted and blind to the world. marble lilies exhale their pallor like scent. i imagine myself with a great public, mother of a white nike and several bald-eyed apollos. instead, the dead injure me attentions, and nothing can happen. blank-faced and mum as a nurse.