the shades of 231 literary giants persuaded
Virginia's last ashes to their assorted psalms
but the river thousands their writings away
basket-load by basket-load of page cards...
one page card says: I am
wearing horses and saying
steal from meal flies, then, please,
crash that ink amid silver tongue cakes
one page card says:
she ash, passing the portals now
silver brings her lion's tails
float, Virginia, with us float, one
page card said, you'll see if she did,
if you out-live the basket-fleet's tail
the latest note card shows still
the basket-fleet's mouth, freighted with silver
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