Erasmos landed in Tarsus today.
Grunny Grant, his sidekick, moored the longship.
Erewhig, the Minister, asked John to play
Jesus, the lead, in the pageant. Key grip
Sesama, the wife of Caan, was singing
While Little Lord Mayor O’Malley put
Melville in a box (upstanding, wearing
A Hat and drinking Starbucks in a Nut).
Bald, intense Operator Tolly Ward
Joined Ismael in a whale hunt (intense),
Ignorant of the secret, hidden chord.
Night comes on, very long, and with silence.
Escaped architect Evan Grieg remains
Marked by the ashes of old Jesus chains.
Archers are muscular, to the extent
That balm measures efficiency and blue
Is gloomy in the summertime, or Lent.
Cream is balm to the dark—blue, minus hue.
Moses, go down with Ed, fish for ointment,
Or paste. What Wordsworth said about Springtime—
Goats and lambs (more or less), born heavensent,
Bounding to the tabor’s sound,* Nature’s rhyme.
Low on Zodiacal tree, the symbols
Run slack over Rams and Jacks, who bear yokes,
While the high rabbit rips as he rumbles.
Rub dragon’s egg, shred thimble, tell no jokes.
This is the Second Coming, Noon Darkness.
Blue without hue, we hear cries of madness.
*Wordsworth, Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of early Childhood
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