On to Bazargan!

By Robert James DeBurgh (Poet)

Here on the Rocky crags of Trebizond,
Beyond the Gate of Hell, well,
Oft-times have I travelled o'er this land.
The sand and stones invade my eyes and jar my bones
But hones my deep resolve to get to Bazargan.

To Bazargan! To Bazargan! On To Bazargan!

I can, I can go to Bazargan, for there at Bazargan,
There waits a man
Who has a Book of Verse, no, not just verse,
But terse-lined Wisdom of the Ages,
From Sages of India, Ireland, Cathay, and far Chipango
Yes I can go!

To Bazargan! To Bazargan! On To Bazargan!

Trebizond 1892

NOTE:
G. Kalamkian, of Tiblisi University, maintains that this Poem proves once and for all that RJ de B was an Agent of the Imperial Secret Service. Trebizond (the modern Trabzond) was once a notorious gathering place for spies from all over the Levant, and from Imperial Russia, whose avowed aim was total hegemony over the newly emerging oil wealth of the Middle East. Bazargan was and is the Border Post between Iran (then called Persia) and Ottoman Turkey. So... make up your own mind. If you've got one....

NOTES ON PROVENANCE:
Dubious. The late Sir Callingford Barker, formerly �KD98/V� of MI6 had this Work tucked in to the back of his Official Code Book, which lends credence to the theory first proposed by Svertlovich, B. ( and of course poo-poohed by Smegwich, T) that the Work is a code within a code, requiring only the MSF (maximum stupidity factor) to attempt decipherment.

We are not at liberty to disclose how this work came in to the possession of The Society. On that we have undertaken Absolute Stumm ! Our lips are sealed.
Not only Sealed, but in fact also Walrused. (like a Seal only bigger....)