An Epitaph
Come knock your heads against this stone
For sorrow that poor John Thompsons gone
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Knock with tremor —
These are Caesars —
Should they be at Home
Flee as if you trod unthinking
On the Foot of Doom —
These receded to accostal
Centuries ago —
Should they rend you with "How are you"
What have you to show?