They lie there, on the chipped slab br Where no one sniffs its smell br Its beauty does not rouse a talk br Since the dead can’t see and tell br br Thronging the shrine of sacred stone br Each element in service of him br Endorsed with holiness unknown br They gleam with a hallowed vim br br Laid with care, designed to excite br Gracing the boudoir of newly wed br Squashed, squeezed through the night br While a life begins, they are dead.