In the Basement of the Citadel Hotel
“There,” said he,
“Observe the rat —
It makes its nest within the shell
of this, the ancient Citadel.
“Note that many greater souls
who once did walk these gath’ring grounds
have died, and are again born, and
that very rat now hears their sounds!”
I asked “What sounds?”
He cackled, “These:
On the rat, a thousand fleas.”
(Dedicated to Edgar A. Poe)
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