Two, chambered mausoleums;
With corridors of power,
and corridors of history.
For muses and wise men?
The past and present,
To protect and preserve,
Of life and death.
Old bones and decayed flesh,
In vacuum sealed glass cases.
Jawbones and flawed flesh, in
Vacuous hot air filled glass houses.
We a wishbone grasp,
Hoping for some backbone at last
