(after Piet Mondrian)
Adhere to the principles which you disuse,
your cravat and cigarette undo you, nightly.
Flemish fire gutters to ash.
Quite literally, I mean.
Estuary brings round the bits of geometry
for you to play with, to prod,
picking from among a Babel of equations.
So linguistically that you are mute, and humanly so.