There he stood dangling,
this gargoyle
a bounty hunter in turmoil.

Is anyone bound to know
for whom and when the bells toll?
This mouth hole speaks not,
but decelerates the fall
for anywhither
will dwell
the writings on the wall.

Writing degree zero.
Between here and now
no hero lives to tell
about the relics
carried away by the words’ handbow.

The mythographer seeked to recoil.
His own flesh and blood
tore him away from his soil.