Revised sonnet #1528
The student doctors study stiffs on slabs
In mortuary view statuesque bodies hard
I study sometimes pickled souls as bard
A gist of phrase and gesture notion nabs
A goddess grand enchants the chisel jabs
Of sculptor rather chip of lard as shard
The error margin serving said as guard
You shed a pound of dander dust in dabs
I know you cry in gloom you cry in joy
I know you shriek in fear you shriek in rage
I know you nod if bold you nod if coy
I know you hum if naive you hum if sage
You pose to me youre rigor mortis like
The chisel chips away at slump or spike
Chorus like akin cognate