1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone
5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum
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