Baroque Medusa

I think about You
How You’ve been
How lonely You must be
People want to be in You
Breathe You in
Be a part of Your scene
And yet desolation
No new lovers to serenade You
For You to seduce
Did You fall into depression
Into a catatonic state
The last year of isolation
You survived 1906 and ’64
Being lonely is nothing
It’s a walk in the park