For Me Is'T Easier This Way: a Collect of About Two Or Three Poems Yestereve Dashed Off

The singularity of my voice,  Wailing out in this dark, wild, and philistine-infested wilderness Today; Its uniqueness alone amongst several million babbling,  Balbutient tongues, and inked pens and platitude-riddled pages on blinking  Computer monitory screens, The intelligible and the inane,  The incomprehensible and the uncomprehending: The pretenders to literature's throne and the  Imposters of the immortals of poetry, drama, essay and fictive literature, as well as history and verse, None of whose utter sublimity can these modern dolts and interlopers ever hope to assay. He who writes these words with a swiftly flagging, already dying ember of hope, Has cried aloud in the midst of all the untamed, inky wilderness  Almost all of his life and particularly has he done so over  The course of the past lustrum, and never once was  He heeded, this involuntary  Modern Jeremiah- Yet, if I recall my scripture aright, initially as did Jonah,  He did not wish the task, either: That task with which the Lord charged and tasked him. 3. Though the age of the razor has for much more than an epoch,  And more like a century, been upon us, yet its mastery in  These times seems to have departed, like chaff upon the blowing wind. Where is the clean and well-shaven face? Where is the clearing, the meadow in all this wilderness of unkempt, untamed facial fur? What ancient Jewishness has enthralled man so that now he  Daily practices the dubious art of the bearded? Of all the multitudinous arts, precepts, practices,  Tenets, manners, and accouterments of the archaic Judean: Many moral, upright, righteous and uniquely salutary: Why has only the one betokening only the densely furred face Has modern man sought to assay? Even the author of this poetic, parodic  Jeremiad, even he, who is in fact I; I say even he has felt the furry, follicular,  Hirsute hordes encroach full upon and in beleaguering it, Make invasive inroads upon his Grecian deific countenance. And aye, even that of his father's too.... ANd virtually every other man he knows, About whom is this screed against shearing indolence, grooming sloth being written.