A third, to xxxiii.

"The Draught of Jamshyd"

And now my days these tremors damascene:
not that i thought i built twig fanes for aye.
But all is paperback that once shagreen
would lovingly have clad, such alchymy
as Big Nightfall works on all who ride
the one doomed rig & with one smash efface.
--Ah, let it be swept away! Upon my hide
dominion carves not cherish but disgrace;
what's truly human needs no props to shine.
How long we went before the barcode brow
claimed each, and yet dug diamonds from that mine,
and will again: just orders perish now.
Empires. Who dispersal most disdaineth,
the blood of many innocents also staineth.