1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone

5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave

9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress

12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum

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