Sarcasm Meant to Strip Off Flesh

We shall not fail to name each soul
As each soul is no more than name,
And each name is a torchlit soul.

Go ahead. Grab dictionaries.
Wander online and rack your brain.
Every word you give back to us

Is a name, and phrases are names,
And numbers are names, and pure proofs
Are names balancing many names.

Too bad names aren’t immortal, hey?
Then you could have and celebrate
Your immortal souls after all!

We think so sometimes, as your names,
Or rather as thoughts dragged by names,
Notions chained as shadows to names.

Wouldn’t it be lovely if names
Stood forever, meanings unchanged,
Ideas fixed forever in chains?