I placed your silk
on my pockmarked breast
to cover the lid
of my yesterdays chest.


The way we adorn
horror with statistics
or
villains with crowns.


I wrapped your maddona
around my shore
the trails
of her veil
leaving scars
in the sand.


The boats have left
for invasion
and holocaust,
and I placed your silk
within my tomorrows chest;
and sunk it in her harbour.