Now the brain is clayed

      Now the brain is clayed,
      Now sodden veins are glue,
      Elbow and bone gone soaked to sod,
      And death's a sovereign moon,
5     I lie sandlocked, both spine and foot,
      Unstirred by the insistent stars.
      Night and death have put daylight out of favor. 
      Shipwrecked on a tear and dry as chalk
      Day's gone down on the chilling chapels
10    Where grave men wrestle among the gods;
      Eternity flees triumph in a maggot's egg,
      And the moon shines down like death.

From the collection "Nobody Poems"

Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]

More information available on gregglory.com.