[Ecce Homo Antonello da Messina, 1470]
You tell me he killed himself because of deep
melancholy. He never felt he had achieved enough.
You cover your mouth and look away,
breathing down into the green chair
and I know you can’t bear it.
The room says nothing to you. You rise and move
to the edge of the hall, standing there
with your back to me. You do not go into the hall
or back to the chair. You stay there shifting
an uneven sway from foot to foot.
Your body could go in any direction.
A feline readiness.
But you stay unbearably long.
in honor of Jonny