VENICE/ROME: Leftover from the Anthropomorfics experiment:

You’re older, best, but never will be home.
They’ll never see your arches and think, “Yes.”
Poor thing, green swamp-rot beats a brilliant dome;
Oh Rome! O pale Eternal! sister less!
You get them at the death–they want you then–
when they think they can’t crawl out from their mess.
I get them when they look for memory, when
their hearts are sick of homely cities made for men.