I WAS BURIED THREE CENTURIES AGO

And my bones remember life

Teeming flesh, skin blue still

From my temple of dirt and ice-

When they found me, they found me

Burned and bloomed and alive

With rot that hid the gunshot wounds, 

Was my first death not enough?

Now I am queen only by placard

Pinned to this glass, I hide

With the eyes of the future upon me,

That I again have been denied.