Insigno Sculptus

the godforsaken
between these
once stout
stalwart walls

made this place
a supine home
amidst a supine sea
of supine men
in dowdy supine rows

this tricky beam
this doves white down
thrust through
did I fall
or did I dive

to get away
from you

our core
once hallowed
now hollowed
these empty farrowed lines
is it a scar

or your mark
engraved upon me
for the rest of time

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