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Click hereThere's the hill of Kerosene,
And the hill of the Skeleton,
The hill of Astonishment,
And the hill of Babylon.
—Elizabeth Bishop
There's the hill of Kerosene:
Oily, yellowed, flammable.
Such lamp-light must be never seen
Illuminating table.
And the hill of the Skeleton,
A random, ossuary pile
Of bleached, unneeded calcium.
If ground, more versatile.
The hill of Astonishment
Is not one I believe.
Those survey parties that were lost
I cannot grieve.
And the hill of Babylon,
Where I with tongue will feed,
As burglar, perhaps killer,
In wild, generic need.
Survivor Poetry Contest
Trigger 39, Form F (Glosa)
Cidade de Maravilhas Couldn't find an english reference to him... I am guessing these are his secret pleasures? Maybe I need to drink my coffee before delving into this complex poem. I like the grinding skeletons into something useful concept. You are really moving through this challenge-- thanks again for the inspiration