(Poem) For A Cast-Off Blonde/Elegy for Ivana.

At the base

Of the stairway

Of the stairway

Of the stairway

They found you.

Your heart

-they said

Had failed

-they said

On its own

-they said

Alone

-they said

Alone.

Heart failure

-They,

With no hearts

To fail

Said.

Just alone

Alone

Alone

-the said

So much

Of your days

Alone.

Your months

Weeks,

Years,

Alone.

At the place

The fine place

The final place

Where-

-they said

You took your meals

-they said

You had trouble

-they said

Simply walking

-they said

To the table

-they said