1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave
9The genealogist with field and fess
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11watching manure and compost coalesce
12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum
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