i suppose the body is a temple (of sorts)

by Matthew Stokdyk

his body was doric—
sturdy, substantial;
but his soul—
absolutely corinthian.
and a head, replete
and plated in delicate
ionic curls, supporting
the weight of lofty thoughts.
and etched into his back
triglyphs from chisel claws,
dentals pressed into his neck
from an architect
perched on a tall column
(unfluted, mind you)
made of royal porphyry.