Harvey’s: Lullaby…
Harvey, Harvey, drives a red, Ferrari…
Around; St. Peters Square.
Eating an apple or a pear
He really, really, doesn’t care.
He’ll drive it right around there—I swear…!
Right around, that great; big, Egyptian-obelisk.
And park, just; there…!
“In the Centre of—St. Peters Square”
Free from: The thrall:
The bondage, the serfdom of prayer...!
He’ll sit—just to stare—at its red granite.
And listen to his; own little pomp, fanfare…!
Like Pope Alexander VII.
With his brothers and nephews, coheir.
poem by Mark Heathcote
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