1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown
5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11watching manure and compost coalesce
12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14the bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum
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