Relic
Accruing an archive of dust and misdeeds,
Like an antique childhood,
We persist in softened marble;
A calcium reliquary in glittering finery and gossamer webs.
This grandiose year,
Looped in centipedes,
Has been half menagerie, half mausoleum.
A sleight of shaky hands.
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I’m struck by the many varied textures in the poem: “dust,” “softened marble,” “calcium reliquary,” “glittering finery and gossamer webs,”