iPoem · 9863.9363.564.161 · Cent mille milliards

1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone

5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave

9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess

12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum

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