For Robert (Robert Hughes, 1938–2012) death’s grinning banker finally settled his account that shattered body slumped and your broken heart could finally beat no longer so Robert where are you now and what have you become are you fused with the witches and the goblins on the walls of the deaf-man’s house or are you fishing with your father casting filaments in the sun are you are dancing with pink-bottomed girls in some garden of earthly delight or roasting in Hades’ pit the Jesuits’ earnest whisperings finally true your body will soon dissolve in all but television’s amniotic glare but…