1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
9The genealogist with field and fess
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess
12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14soliloquies predict great things old chum
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