In the study mice read incunabula
To learn what people long ago had thought.
They gaze at verses, pictures finely wrought:
Pictura corresponds to fabula.
The fancies as they rise are nimbly caught
By poets dedicated to the task
Of teaching readers deftly to unmask
A hidden meaning without being taught
Directly. Eagle wings upon a cask
Of brandy: hieroglyphic arms the Club
Has now adopted. "The cosmos has a hub,"
The motto, just in case you want to ask,

Look how the wheel becomes it. A toast:
Let those who find out secrets love them most.



© Kevin Berland, 1999


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