Servus Servorum Dei

In a deserted scriptorium
amid the dusty scrolls
there works alone
a ghostly monk
moon-faced and sedulous
scratching his sempiternal script
with a dry quill
onto the pitted parchment
- senza sestertius.

Sedition with scrivener's palsy.

His shadow

may never grow less.

In midnight's fog
scullion soldiers oversee
the scrape and clank of shovels
- the gentle rattle of shackles.

At sunrise
the sharp-faced sexton
will toll the bell.

Servus servorum dei.