Those actuarial ants,
they tug us down
to their mezzanine cellar,
back-stocked with labelled stacks
of noteworthy facts1
1 and afterthoughts
Those crass masters
of terse
and merciless detail,
submerged like inelegant royals
such as Prince John2
2 died of epilepsy 1919
Those nano-distractors,
in point of factors,
their inferior complex
deep-wracked with biblio
mania3
3 see further below
Those avid dusters
and uncorkers
of learned sources,
the Aeneid and Euclid,
and Ovid4
4 and Ibid