1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone

5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave

9The genealogist with field and fess
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess

12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14soliloquies predict great things old chum

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