the cool rippled flesh of the colonnade flexes softly
lifting the surly ridges that hang like smog
and hide lost secrets far above the polished tile

the fenestration's crippled arches faulter and crack
and it is not light that slips through
obsidian windows stained with ash

the casket sleeps in the pale halo of the oculus
its mirrored slate mocking the mausoleum's deep focus
as it casts astral refractions to cut across the rock

the fossilic monoliths that flank the loculi
their murky facades tattooed with pagan angles scoured by time
have made their meaning known

'Death is inevitable'
'But it is calm'