Tribute To Dub Poet, Michael Smith
He too could be Orpheus
But on Lesbus would find no place
For two in likeness excites no grace
And he scorn Dionysius
For the madness of his wine, since we
Provoke more profound mirth than glee
Where music wakes the soul
And love turns all dross to gold
Ye poets then remember him
Michael Smith, who dubbed the hymn
And was stoned by mad men
And world stood silent before his pen.
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