catholic school.

And what of you, gilded woman of Byzantium,

enthroned in Ghent above the altar?

Do you gaze upon banished children,

or do your eyes, like mine, wander?

Hail, Holy Queen --

and here I have enthroned you, too.

You exist as an endless timeline

of iconography, that begins with a woman,

a memory that now murmurs,

"Do this in memory of me."

Hail Mary, full of grace...

do you remember me?