Revised sonnet #310A
To Roman phalanx spoils of sack are perks
Ive sailed to Carthage soldier hired to raze
Its multistorey blocks and waterworks
To bully Baal of bastard baby haze
I loved a Punic girl once during merchant days
The naughty nights of passion ran to week
Id booked a ship to leave in lunar phase
I waved adieu to her at dusk at sexual peak
Our baby sacrificed to Baal as freak
Ive heard in city streets Ill break the bond
Of merchant former self in nous unique
In battle cry a heads up shell abscond
The Punic flushing privies smithereens
The baby cinders blood and bone to beans
Chorus smithereens bits fragments
