iPoem · 9897.1255.35.718 · Cent mille milliards

1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown

5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave

9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11watching manure and compost coalesce

12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum

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