Decontaminated verbal responses
Shimmer in their fragile arrogance
Gushing from the mouths of gargoyles
They fall as leaves, used and dead
On stone figures whose lives
Move at the speed of winter
Flickering night and day
Or maybe alternate centuries
Perching motionless
On a priceless collection
Of incriminating evidence
Or the eventuality of meaning
Not yet realized
Like babies
Beneath the silk of corn
