for a photograph. We couldn’t go
inside because during the war,
it burned down, not because of misguided bombs,
but because a doctor set himself on fire
after they wheeled his dead wife
into the Emergency. Years later, hollyhock
bushes and wild fig trees covered the pink
and black walls of the entrance.
Militiamen had posted pictures of martyrs
on the crooked wall that separated
the sidewalk from the front lawn.
The statue of Virgin Mary with broken
hands cried near a dehydrated water fountain.