Regan Good

the marble head

Do not trespass into the marble head.
White face latched in its ivy, demure in the shade.
Hours of blind sight sunk in the arbor.

You know the windows we say are its eyes.
(To say it officiates is to lie; to say
it presides endows it an animal’s right.)

Riotous in daylight; suspicious at night.
(To say it is conscious imagines it upright.
To say it is merciless implies it divine!)

Now it watches us wrongly. Hoarding the time.
Crazy with hunger. Demented with wine.
All the Concords in hoarfrost hang shriveled to chimes.