Which seems to support Sam's point. Here's another, chosen pretty much at random from the Collected:
The "Metro"
One level below street, an airless tank -
We'd go there, evenings, watch through glass the world
Eddy by, winking, casting up
Such gorgeous flotsam that hearts leapt, or sank.
Over the bar, in polychrome relief,
A jungle idyll: tiger, waterhole,
Mate lolling on her branch, aperitif-
Green eyes aglare. We also lolled and drank,
Joking with scarface Kosta, destitute
Sotiri, Plato in his new striped suit...
Those tigers are no more now. The bar's gone,
And in its place, O memory! a bank.
P.S. Putting on the Tits is a great show title.
Last edited by John Isbell; 11-09-2017 at 01:17 AM.
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