It was 1864 and everyone trembled. There was a
Quagga at the London Zoo behind a flimsy fence as
If the quagga had no exit strategy beyond it. People visited it
In its sharp-cornered enclosure. People weighed in using 19th century diction
About the half-striped, half-roan body. They punted out these and thous of diction
While wearing top hats like coats of mail. They gave speeches. Mated groups
Of bitter enemies in order to attack nations. They were themselves ennationed.
Everybody lived full lives in 1864. Everybody's promise was opening.
The quagga was only fountain displaying promise for many men in
Top hats. With waiting intention, they listened.