1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone
5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
9The genealogist with field and fess
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11watching manure and compost coalesce
12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum
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