We have recently been annotating "The Sack of the Gods" a rather baffling and high-flown poem, a chapter heading for Naulahka, written by RK in mid-Atlantic on honeymoon, which takes off into obscure realms of myth in operatic style.
For those that are unfamiliar with his genre, I should explain that the poet, Archy, is a bard who has unfortunately been turned into a cockroach, and can only write in lower case since he can't reach the shift key. He normally writes in blank verse, but here - under the influence of Kipling -- he breaks into epic rhyme.
His interlocutor is the owner of the typewriter.
Good wishes to all
John R