Anna Elkins – The Poet Enters The Architect’s Catacombs
The Poet Enters The Architect’s Catacombs Somewhere beneath the former Rue d’Enfer, Paris at a depth of 12 to 13 fathoms,[1] it’s core-quiet down here pieces of stone lifted by hand now lift the earth up from within herself, held with mortar of bones The memory of excavations is almost fragrant The ceiling above me once […]
