The patron saint of lost objects,
And the cat got his tongue.
A hazardous dagger,
A necromancer’s wand.
A tiny shrivelled titbit of flesh
In a crystal cylinder.
The nub.
Bodies: immortal absences.
The first,second and third- class relics
Of Catholic imagination.
From a lullaby baby
To a dismembered corpse.
There has to be proof.
Scientists of the invisible,
Physicists of love,
We enter equations
In our book-keeping
And feel for a warm true body in the night.
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