At first I thought I should work "hauberk" in
and "Holy Sepulcher" or maybe "paynim."
But as I tried, they grew less glittery,
less Coeur-de-Lionish, being as they were
mere bloodstained souvenirs, like pigges bones.
Instead I told the Stations of the Cross
of Peter the Hermit, who made Europe shift
eastwards, and who today, on 16th St.,
would be a menace to himself and others,
thus thorazined and forcibly confined.
With such tools is the course of Empire shot.
And all those little paynim nippers who
neglected to be born as French Provincials
may hope a Savior comes to save them, too.
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