1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown

5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave

9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11watching manure and compost coalesce

12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum

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