A spirit rose from the earth   Slowly leaving...   Their candle-flame lonely, and so needing   Like dust in the night the prayers rise   Under the sick image of Christ   They talk to the nothingness   Old wounds were never mended      Something drops from the (autumn) leaves   Again it rains:   In a dry corner, salvation again declines   Sleep like a skull in the hard ground   Nothing for ears nothing for eyes   Without a shadow, waiting for nothing   The dark room, the moist tenement (of earth)      The cold kiss of release, great light   He was never man enough   In a world of cruel faces   He discovered that he was never man enough   He discovered nothing   Far above and beyond...   All in the name of god   The eyes refused to look ahead...