by Luna Martinez Inspired by “a Recollection of October 5th 1858” (1858) by William Dyce Standing alone Packed and prepared Scouring for a glimmering speck of guidance Possibly tucked in the crevice Of a stone which I’ve fumbled over My shovel digs the hole Of where I am destined to fall A warm place to call home In the cool depths of the earth I wait for the ones Who told me to wait here I do as I’m told Observing and shivering I have an itch Which I can’t seem to reach But