Friday, July 30, 2010

Grandeur

Her lips would sometimes quiver
to the tune of a heretical chant
or obscure litany
Spoken in a dead language

She had seen the end of time
and kept her clocks synchronized
to TV news captions
And sundials in the yard

Her journals filled a bathtub
overflowing with Latin scripture
hieroglyphic footnotes
And arcane symbology

She passed the daylight hours
hidden from satellite scans
behind reinforced walls
And cinder block barricades