CONSUMMATUM EST

she resumes
syrupy slow platitudes curling around the
circuitry of her sophisticated cell phone
words framed by glass blocks of arrogance
flecks of miser's gold dripping from her oblique eyes

no tattered prayer flags of regret
will agitate in the wind surrounding her insolence
her iron maiden demeanor a fading red taillight
traced onto cold pavement rising up to the black moon