Excuse me for a minute

--Prometheus at the door,selling firewood.
Strange, so hot a night.

His elbows are distended like a Dali,& indeed
you could hang a work from each,

have him wandering 'long Elizabeth or Swanson
advertising cut-price jewellery,
some sandwich-board idiot-savant.

How he lugged it all up here's beyond me.

And what to burn first.