The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
Proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
With gravity at gravity's great cog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
For Europe's glory while Fate's harpies strum