imageJack H. Markowitz evokes image and meaning:

The Shroud of Turin Man
stands on guard
almost every day
at the entrance
to the post office at
the suburban station
I often see him
standing there
Like one of those
puffed up
popping jay
military puppets who
guard the queen’s
Buckingham palace

I call him
The Shroud of Turin Man
because that is what
and who
he looks like . . .

The full poem is here: Please Ask, Do Tell: The Shroud Of Turin Man