In the dead letter
History is an argument between children,
twins, and a third leper who crept in
the house budget; the first, anodyne
and pale, his brother a lunatic
clad in tin-foil and smallpox.
What a sacrilegious litter
that bred the worst theologies
suffered by mankind, the best
grammars ever to grace agile lips
as they scarfed black bread and wine.
Whoever boxes these boys
had better afterward toe the line.