Culling and the catharsis

I left the station today
Bone-soaked, mothy-haired
Shedding like a withered lizard
I wished for the comfort of her portico
 Found iron-bound gates
And an elegy euphemized as
Haiku
Rested my head on a granite
Slab
Even the dead are nameless here
Found no rest
Like the scarecrow of Golgotha
Sang to plaintive birds
Silence
No music in the still symphony
Weary soles stabbing
The static earth
I am old now
Wandering one
Whispering to the willows
Always her grace
Always her name
Always her wonder
Always her terror
Change inexorable
Change indelible
Change inexhaustible
Wakeful death.