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
self-important
puffed up
popping jay
military puppets who
guard the queen’s
Buckingham palaceI 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