iPoem · 1932.6459.61.576 · Cent mille milliards

1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown

5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave

9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce

12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb

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