Dream City

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