The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
It's one of many horrid happenings
When flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
As sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
With gravity at gravity's great cog
Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum