Future Rooms

There may be rich mosaics
fitted & jig-sawed [by blunt
blades] & set uneven by so
many centuries of presses/
I’ll never visit those spaces
[instead I’ll ruminate – then
file away Roman artefacts]
Subjects [perhaps] spoken
at a slow dinner with a face
I hardly know – one time in
my unknown future – to set
& to become my excavation