Classic Poem

Witnessed the atom of the element boron
at zero in a classic crucible. . . .
the sub-beat of the summer's metronome
(the organheat of Fez prefigured
by a salved cosmopolis of koran men),
the birdclef of Manhattan Limited
(a mudhen in a shooting gallery).

Picked up the signet of these hanging contras
and baled into words.
The pince-nez spied
across the astral valance
in straight mercurial lines.