haiku poem

i stood
over the river, on the hill
i was a goddess ere the marble found me
my son is dead and i am going blind
for these white arms about my neck
lady, your heart has turned to dust
no prey am i of poor thoughts
in halls of sleep you wandered by
beneath my window in a city street
did you ever see an alligator
when the wind works against us in the dark
they threw a stone, you threw a stone