The Tile of St. Stewart

Tile of St.
Stewart!
Are you guilty Stewart?
Do your insides rot?
Are you guilty Stewart?
Become what hell begot, have you see him Mary?
Complete the chain, weld it down, have you seen him, Mary, clench his fists,
the cringing clown?
Soiled and overbearing, terrify the timid hearts.
Threaded eyebolts dragging remnants of tile, broken parts.
No one can see Stewart, commemorate the loss.
No once can see Stewart, pane is overglossed.
I cannot speak up, I cannont unlearn, I cannot let go, I won’t wait my turn,
a coarse fetal fling, left wounded, but cast a replacement.
I’m gone.