A Hundred Thousand Milliard Poems

Sonnet II

The Parthenon horse looks nervous on the frieze

since Elgin seems to think the nose de trop

the Turk you see was deeply mired in sleaze

the re in all his songs came out as doh

The Parthenon horse is shivering in the biz

benumbing London's dandies as they beau

the flanks protected by chevaux de frise

when March's hailstones batter the batteau

Plato's Hellas surely wasn't sot

with wits enough to fill a witenagemot

as Socrates dies looking just Silene

Its famous sculptures founder on a rock

one carts off debris marble from the block

if Europe or its destiny is keen