1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4that suede ferments is not at all well known
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
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address
12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14the bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum
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