KS of electroplated cubes, dwindling to glitters, Like the other pasture, the trigonometry of marble, Death's candy-bed.
Stone caked on stone, Dry pyramids and racks of iron balls. Life is observed, a precipitate of pellets, Or grammarians freeze it into spar, Their rhomboids, as for instance, the finest crystal Fixing a snowfall under glass.
Gods are laid out In alabaster, with horny cartilage And zinc ribs; or systems of ecstasy Baked into bricks.
There is a gallery of sculpture, Bleached bones of heroes,
Gorgon masks of bushrangers; But the quarries are of more use than this,— Filled with the rolling of huge granite dice, Ideas and judgments: vivisection, the Baptist Church, Good men and bad men, polygamy, birth-control. . . . Frail tinkling rush Water-hair streaming Prickles and glitters Cloudy with bristles River of thought Swimming the pebbles— Undo, loosen your bubbles
