Bibles over eyes they chased
her flashlight a line of light
how it must have skimmed back

to the back wall wet rock
an empty room forms the heart
of every tomb you go blind

with no torch a granite womb
utter night see the woman a stone
room she breaks like light

through bars I break into lines
how she braved
behind blinds to mask the signs

but you see no signs of blood
here no crosses no lines
no claw marks

what was wrenched
from night from deepest reaches
of woman in knife-cold reaches

of earth you see no color
nothing bronzed by light
you squat in dogma birth

braille the naked age of stone
you listen to the dripping
of planetary pipes