The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
When masons clutch the breath we held on loan
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
And starve the sniveling baby like a dog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum