Vestiges
of scattered remains:
fragility of the body
furtherance of the truth
the devil-in-the-detail
condemned at the root.
A roof for my daughter,
a precipice-by-the-way,
peculiar ways of thinking
apply today.
Russians worship icons,
The Chinese eat smog,
Tom-All-Alone’s deliverance:
was a false prologue.
Remains of thought and feeling,
embedded in the brain;
flower into vestiges, nothing will remain.
A swaying-shape-deliverance:
floats across the screen
never to be forgot
sansculotte.