Classic Poem

Said King Pompey, the emperor's ape,
Shuddering black in his temporal cape
Of dust: " The dust is everything —
The heart to love and the voice to sing,
Indianapolis,
And the Acropolis,
Also the hairy sky that we
Take for a coverlet comfortably." . . .
Said the Bishop
Eating his ketchup —
" There still remains Eternity
(Swelling the diocese) —
That elephantiasis,
The flunkeyed and trumpeting Sea!"