As all flesh is:

a blue, closely grazed

 

lawn of inconstancy—as metaphor is and is not

 

the field littered with

 

short vowel sounds and voiced

sibilants.  Or is

 

this soft tissue

a query into the permanence

not of grass, but it is

 

of green verbs its own inquisition,

 

a couplet whose pivot

is.