1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave
9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum
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