Madame attended her father's funeral
In hands trimmed raw
Caressed mourners in pious sorrow
Crystalline tears frothing
o'er mirrored champagne
Then
the papyrus upon which the sums
of her inheritance lay
She signed in fire-engine red
And called it
Art
YOU ARE READING
P U R G A T O R Y
Poetry[Earth is the marbled asylum of the universe] Forgive, Mankind, my little jokes on thee And I'll forgive thy great big one on me.
