1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone

5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave

9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address

12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14the best of all things to an end must come

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