The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
Socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
With marble souvenirs then fill a slum
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?