New work for 'post mortem' exhibition Ghent

I started working on a new piece, in portugese marble. It has been such a long time ago, perfect weather conditions, perfect stone condition, perfect machinery and me in a 'perfect' shape. And the Gentse feesten in my city. Welcome in my world of yellowish dust. 
It will be another piece to add to my 'mummy' project. The Ghent' mummy I found at the University of Ghent ten years ago, was still in a bag in the basement of the same building. Mould could not destroy it. This situation was asking for a marble piece. Working title: 'And they lying long shall not die windily'.

And death shall have no dominion.
Dead man naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon; 
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and foot; 
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again; 
Though lovers be lost love shall not; 
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
Under the windings of the sea
They lying long shall not die windily; 
Twisting on racks when sinews give way,
Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break; 
Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
And the unicorn evils run them through; 
Split all ends up they shan't crack; 
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
No more may gulls cry at their ears
Or waves break loud on the seashores; 
Where blew a flower may a flower no more
Lift its head to the blows of the rain; 
Though they be mad and dead as nails,
Heads of the characters hammer through daisies; 
Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,
And death shall have no dominion. 
Dylan Thomas