Reliquary
A poem by Ziggurat
You are my archive,
all my mysteries lie with you.
You are my reliquary,
carry my bones,
what is left of me is buried in you.
Find me in the grotto,
in the catacombs,
where a brook once trickled.
Now dry.
Dry your eyes, Pilgrim.
You have only one life to live.
— Ziggurat