‘A spirit casts no shadow’ – true, of the filmy dead.
Not of a living creature tapering itself to an obelisk.
Rocky mute, life’s too serious for this not speaking!
Don’t be stuccoed so hard over any humane seepage.
What had been churning round in that ardent pillar?
You’d not have dreamed an upright man could petrify.
Drape my anointing hair at the feet of superb cement.
All hindsight shakes itself out vigorously like a wet dog.