1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4that suede ferments is not at all well known

5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave

9The genealogist with field and fess
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness

12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14the best of all things to an end must come

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