Crosses

While the pigeons glut in the wall, the gourmets shine their altar. Good health!
Lately irate with their redeemable tokens.

It's a post-Republican promotion.
Interested? Ask for more details at the urinal;
and for God’s sake answer your emperor palm.

Scooby. Scrappy. Nazi.
Simplex. Stipes. Patibulum.

I pondered epidemics worn in Verona,
daddy longlegs, and Esquiline copulation,
 Rhea Silvia, drunk on benefits. Tra notte e alba.

She’d plunge her pink tongue under the ill tap,
and few dared to snap who’d traversed,
instead tittering like crocodiles under canoes:

Simplex. Stipes. Patibulum.