On the corner across from the cemetery

Where a cross burns argon and mercury

Slumps the corpse of my natal hospital

Left in the sun for flies

Stinking and rotting while the town looks away

Until one day they hope it vanishes

Just like all of my formative places

By chance this place was chosen

Energy opened, drained, a hole left gaping

Infecting education, religion, and medicine

A sodden step to Erebus

A speculum

Vaginal corridors from the banks of Mnеmosyne

Darkened by dеcades of apathy

In a town that cannot dream

The foundation of a man is

Promises made by monuments

Leering down from the sky

With their petrified discernment

The towers that made me

Have fallen, their stones obsolete

And buried by the churning of development

Metempsychosis room the vines reclaim

A holy place

A shriveled threshold haunted

By psychopompic ferals frayed

Was built for me