Femurs and Skulls, Stacked

"Paris has another Paris beneath it." - Victor Hugo

Along dimly lit tunnels

in a mossy glow,

I stand beside the bones

of your ancestors’ breath,

the stale indifference

death— the great equalizer

of kings and commoners

who share walls—

architecture rearranged.

Silence, dust, and truth

that the dead

aren't gone, still remembered.