1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown
5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress
12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14soliloquies predict great things old chum
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