Tycho's Nose (EDIT)

Yuletide, goodwill abounding,
the rich taste of Rostock hospitality:
Professor Schatz stood in the doorway
astounded at the savage wounding.
The rapier cut, wrist flicking lightly -
there was blood - but
no feeling, in the cold.
Tycho eyed the fleshy lump,
still sniffing in the snow

A richly bizarre life:
master to a clairvoyant
dwarf named Jeppo;
proud owner of
an elk that died
from beer and stairs
on a trip to Landskrone;
one percent of Danmark
jangled in Brahe's
pocket, but who
remembers this?

Years of scholarly diligence
- and posterity argues only
over the dilemma:
was it copper, smelted,
or precious, heavy,
silver and gold?