04 Mar Godless Obelisk

Let the reader understand!

The sundial with no sun to guide it,
An obelisk with no god to hide in it,
Our barque rows to a whipcrack rhythm
Its hull groaning underfoot in fear.

All the dead are loved, and loved even to Gehenna.

Man cannot estimate his own price:
Ashes to ashes, ashes to tittle-mice.
Infinite loneliness in infinite communion
Of our sundial sight in sunlight sincere.

The cat desires the extinction of the particular mouse, not the extinction of all mice.