Orientation

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A stone garden,

Hedges trimmed at right angles,

Bells chiming like iron commandments.

Windows, tall and narrow.

No cloud can enter,

Without inspection.

In the graveyard of expression,

Desks sit in ranks,

Like wooden coffins awaiting occupants.

Bodies, once restless,

Lower themselves into lead caskets,

Learning the geometry of obedience.

Walls lean inward approvingly.

Rules bloom like roses,

Stems winding like barbed wire.

Corpses are examined for decay.

Eulogies are read,

A verdict upon the dead.

Deep in the catacombs,

The living light candles,

Recording the deceased on yellowed paper.