1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4that suede ferments is not at all well known
5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
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
12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14the best of all things to an end must come
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