Weird chanting won't bring back his missing head, 
or his ripe Adam's apple, either. Using 
a torso as a candelabra is amusing, 
if that's your scene; or try your luck in bed,

he's hard and solid. Just don't count on his pair 
of legs ever returning, and likewise ten 
slender fingers for counting on except when 
wearing mittens; but it's okay to stare.

And understand that to insult and curse 
under your breath what's gone could make it worse 
for a fine and otherwise robust fella;

and if you break up with the boy, be gentle: 
this is not dress-up time with Cinderella, 
one of you is stone. The other is mental.