Eliot ledgered his career <br />creating God for men to hear. <br />The Lord then loomed (as his lines ran) <br />and towered as an Anglican. <br /> <br />Firm Stevens, to insure his worth, <br />heired abstracts existential birth. <br />These babes of themes, remote as stars, <br />were lulled to dreams by odd guitars. <br /> <br />Ezra Pound within his cell <br />wrote bits in fits and raved them well. <br />Then Auden's quirkish, quipping pen <br />quizzed: is Mankind a friend to men? <br /> <br />Now modern E-sites, (best unseen!) <br />wail travails! some too-tight teen <br />in spandex moans her dry-hump sex <br />and convolutes the most complex- <br />by fuck-suck terms, taboo in tomes- <br />blown out reared hole of E-Say poems!<br /><br />Glenn Bagshaw<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/e-say-poems-0r-i-saw-eternity-the-other-night/
