math poem

they in the darkness gather and ask
long has the summer sunlight shone
the ships are lying in the bay
i see all human wits
high walls and huge
while i stood listening, discreetly dumb
i went up and down the streets
the saddest of the year
and my name is truthful
tell me less or tell me more
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
see, from this counterfeit of him
there is no escape by the river
stern cold man