Ulee (After Visiting Dublin)

Wikipedia Poem, No. 804

cumulus stalk
        dancing motes of grasshalms 
greek lemonade 
lonely kalamos 
reed whistle 
        of manchester or trinity

yet to have been made whole 
        somehow by countries
which had relapsed 
into appreciation those countries
halming the nasty english vocalature  

grass thatchwacked up and 
into the ol' english nose — achoo! such wind! — 
        which had like a holy cat o' whip 
        roughly experienced 
        that vampiric futurism 
least appreciated by the latin culmus, stalk great 
merely insofar as its industrial revolutionaries 
        plume up and out and into and over the city hollows
        wholly contained therein as a bauble
        for those who lash mercy's baetylus — speech 

your city 
        the wretched witch 
for other tongues of other men;
veteris ex nova
veteris veteris 
        veteris