1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown

5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave

9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes

12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum

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