I like the line “waiting for the sky to change its mind about being a roof” and the punctuation marks as claws, tails, toothmarks. It occurs to me, though, that for me the word “solitude” has a connotation of chosen, more deliberate separateness rather than the imposed isolation and devastating aloneness here, so that at the beginning of the poem I am expecting to read something about a self-imposed state of singularity. Of course you bring the word back around a little later in reference to St. Anthony. Maybe I’m being obtuse; it wouldn’t be the first time. I think it’s an amazing poem and I would be thrilled if I had written one like it. I am curious to read the other poems written in response to this art.