Its marble floor includes
a graven granite slab: Monteverdi’s.
I mention this not
to tell you he’s gone”
already old news
when Bach was still a gleam in the eye of God”
but to tell you whose stone
roses are scattered on:
as though the loss were fresh as yesterday.
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