And rid the tooth ridden with scurvy
Muffle mrtre with monosyllabics
Trim words, morgage meaning,
Call Shakescene full-fledged Freud,
Pope, refined rhymster,
Yeats, a man of metaphysical mist,
Weird contrition has no place in poetry
It's rootless tree quite carefree all agree
Forgive if you find these words riddled
Lines limping for I want poetry to drag and
Screech like lame Iraqi tank

Post-war poetry just cant' afford to be brisk and smart
So I make it hop like Hopkins
And retard its pace with heavy Hawthornian diction,
Thus inserting into vapid verse
Fine element of fatigue and fiction
And lament the loss:
Alas! They clip wings of white dove,
Murder myth of love,
Let's remove upper lip and lover teeth ridge
Surgically so that
None can utter in future: "fire! fight! finish!"

Copyright ©2006 Nandlal Kanjibhai Pancholi

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