Ithaca in flames burning.burning.
The heart hollowed from weeping, seeping the fat From the body
Candle of a woman, carapace cracked
From where her birthing became a burning
Unsheathed, sleeping, undreaming, lead-lined soliloquies
Led/lead down paths of talons into my chest-
At rest, aria of body blanketed in flame- burning.
Burning. Ithaca is burning.
And Penelope has passed into ash and nothing