Vestal

Find me between the lines
A vestal that always holds
Everything that declines,
Everything that dissolves:
The heat of the leper's head,
The hearth of a tarnished heart,
The gown of the cancerous flock,
The sickle of secretly sick.
The time with its every tick
Makes us no longer talk.
She is doing her part.
She's weaving your scarlet thread.