Post-War Poetry

Turn tyrant tradition topsy turvy 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 SoI make it hop like Hopkins And retard its pace with heavy Hawthorniandction, Thus inserting into vapid verse Fine element of fatigue and fiction and lament the loss: Alas!they clip wings ofwhite dove, murder myth of love, Let's remove upper lip and lover teeth ridge surgically so that none can order :"fire! fight! finish! "