The Book of Hours
Like the blue angels of the nativity, the museum patrons
hover around the art historian, who has arrived frazzled
and limp after waking late in her boyfriend’ s apartment.
And here, she notes, the Procession of St. Gregory,
where atop Hadrian’ s mausoleum the angel of death
returns his bloody sword to its scabbard, and staring
down at the marble floor, liquid in the slanted