Now, only the vestiges remain:
Conduct a forensic examination,
Scatter the remains
Are they the same?
See the fragility of the body,
In the furtherance of the truth,
Note the devil’s-in-the-detail.
We are condemned at the root.

A roof for his daughter,
Over a precipice-by-the-way,
His peculiar way of thinking
Alive today.

Some Russians worship icons,
In China there is smog,
Tom-All-Alone’s deliverance:
Was such a false prologue.

Remains of thought and feeling,
Still embedded in the brain;
Flower into vestiges
Nothing will remain.

Shape-shifter-deliverance:
All that is, is not,
Numbed into meaning:
By this philosopher’s
Sansculotte.