Like some rough beasts, their hour come round at last,
Romulus and Remus strolled down the Corso, right past

La Cioccolateria. Why, O why, with all the time on Sunday,
Didn’t I reach for my phone to save the proof that one day

twin brothers, suckled by a she-wolf, passed before me
(as clueless as I could be to their exact genetical species).