1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown

5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave

9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress

12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum

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