Strangers of history
Offer mushrooms
Fried
On the Eternal Flame
Violins whine
Poets beat their chests
In empty rooms
Wailing "Ubi sunt"
Where are they
Wrestlers, benefactors
Harbour prostitutes
Amphitheatre actors
Jesting, meddling gods
Pines bowling over the ruins
So much mince to re-claim
At the scattering hands
Of the Mad Harvester
Oranges rot in the river
Pomegranates
Swell
And burst in the rain
Swell
And burst in the rain
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