Classic Poem

Un-nerving it is, this
new and apparently
proven hypothesis
of another reality — be -

neath ours, ours where the dead
are, to the living, just
poor uninhabited
silhouettes in the dust —

another reality down
deeper, down to that very
dust where a braid or bone,
say, in a reliquary

possesses the template
of the Saint's Self and could,
we are told, replicate
the original flesh and blood!

It chills mine — the more so
that the high priests of Isis
embalming their Pharaoh
anticipated this.