Fogged moon that softens
the bankrupt sky.
Blades of long grass
holding her feet
to the brick of heaven.
Keening dulcimer
touching quiet tombs
in the chest cavity's
wan valentine.
Wooden tassels that crisp
when attached
to the proper headgear
taking circuits through
the breasts of bronze
and marble things.
Museum with a thick tongue
rolling its embers back and forth
like paper jewels.