LYCEUM IN RUINS

Weeds, schist, an Artesian well:

élan in a heavenly forge.

 

Sniffling goats, a mossy cairn.

A portal divides the void.

 

There is a human hand here

below the crumbling parapet.

 

The crotch of time

A bridge between catapults.

 

“A sense of doom informs the lynx.”

Video of columns kebabed.

 

My reliquary brims over:

laurels in agar, a bag of drowned targets.