1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone

5Old Galileo’s Pisan offerings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave

9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness

12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum

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