A Eulogy(Lies Beneath)

Ah! What lies beneath the tomb,

The sepulchre of the celebrated monk,

Curled up, An embryo in the womb,

Feeds not, Feeds on, an umblical cord,

The remains of a neck, a loosened noose,

Pleased him did the clang of metals,

Or fine damsels enrobed in petals,

Rose petals or the thorns adored,

The crown on the celebrated crown,

A virtuous monk or a deceiving clown,

A deceitful monk or a lovable clown,

An innocuous riddle or a blatant blame,

A blatant blot or a jestful game,

We're left to wonder, This inane prank,

Soporofic or profound, A simpleton or a savant?