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 Oh where is your inflammatory writ

 Your text that would inside a light be lit

Our music deserving devotion unswerving

Cried do I deserve her with unflagging fervour

 Well no we do not if we cannot get over it

 But what’s it mean when suddenly we’re spent tell me true

 Ambition came and reared it’s head and went far from you

 Even molluscs have weddings though solemn and leaden

 But you dirge for the dead and take no jam on your bread

 Just a supper of salt and a waltz through your empty bed

 And all at once it came to me

 And I wrote in hunch til 4:30

But that vestal light it burns out with the night

 In spite of all the time that we spent on it

 On one bedraggled ghost of a sonnet

 While outside the wild boars root

Without bending a bough underfoot

 Oh it breaks my heart I don’t know how they do it

So don’t ask me

 And as for my inflammatory writ

 I wrote it and I was not inflamed one bit

 Advice from the master derailed that disaster

 He said hand that pen over to me poetaster

 While ‘cross the great plains keening lovely and awful

 You ulate the lost great American novels

 An unlawful lot left to stutter and freeze floodlit

 But at least they didn’t run to their undying credit