I think that I shall never see
A poem as lovely as a tree
Denuded, shredded, turned to pulp
So teenage poets make me throw up
Bril! It reminded me of the great Amanda Kittredge Ros, and her poem "On Visiting Westminster Abbey", which begins
Holy Moses! Have a look!
Flesh decayed in every nook
Some rare bits of brain lie here
Mortal loads of beef and beer ..
SLOG poets comment -
hipsters are fair game for them;
ecce homo rants
If I'd known, I'd have tracked Pinsky down, pulled Howl out of my pocket, and forced him to sit down while I read it to him.
Then I'd have left and had forty other people do the same.
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