The Hangman's Garden

Sadness drips
Not roughly,
Slow
My limbs be damned;
I am consumed
Utterly
With marbleized bones I stand
Poised for the last seduction
The road leads only to Babylon.
Amidst the winding vines
I shall crumble with the stone
Embraced by dust,
Eternally aroused,
But ne'er to rise