Rudimentary Peni

The weedy old spires like veins in marble The old gold
domes were just ancestral homes The citadels of yore
with broken bronze bells and tottering towers Shadowy
staircases Spiraling like ammonites The sartorial shabbiness
of Dunsany denies him a place at the occult coronation
Tho' gold always rises Strata of wonders quickly pall
The gleam of dreams is brighter than the glister of
fossilised pageants Dream city