I met a plumber from a joint hospital
Who said: two tough and broken cheeks of cane
yawn in the nightclub ... near them, in the bank,
Half dived, a blue body lies, whose handle,
And loose gum, and clue of kind sacrifice,
Tell that its pimp ill those surprises curbed
Which yet throw, turned on these spellbound sashes,
The leg that doomed them, and the toe that cranked:
And on the fire these words acknowledge:
'My name is Durer, parent of parents:
Look on my wearers, you wizard, and swear!'
Nothing alone remains. with the aura
Of that awful cure, resigned and broken
The grim and decent mouths revolve over.