Sips of Samovar

Sips of samovar, an atrium
a temple to elemental divinities
prostrate, cozened infidels
serving silver platters at tables
hovering over marble clouds;
such a sequestration, a noble tribe
Vercingetorix let loose to rein
decimated terrors to Latin imaginations
a Lycenaead peer perplexed
the entrails of a mallard
hinting at supernal manifestations.

There Peter, there Ivan,
perplexed whisperers hard of hearing
echoes of unmitigated controversies
tinkling over tiles like fountains
sublimating peristyle, columns nagging
a wattle tapestry of thorns.


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