1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone
5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave
9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb
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