There once stood a man,
  Master of his world -
  But alas, he is no more,
  Though the world remains.
 

     This page is predominantly black.  It breaks, jaggedly, into a section of white in the center of the page, where the poem is written in the black, gothic script.  A white moon is drawn in the upper right-hand corner of the page.  In the lower left-hand corner, an elderly figure in a blue robe sits on a rock and contemplates his reflection in a puddle while he stirs it with a branch/cane which he holds in his right hand.
     Though some see this poem as a statement about the irrelevance of christianity in the modern world, (They interpret "a man" to mean Jesus Christ)  I think this is merely a restatement of sentiments already expressed in previous poems regarding the futility of man's existence.