Ezra Pound
writing of Crevel's
Putting My foot in It
Oaf
Pound
like an old bag of nickels
trying to spruce up mud
when mud is all it ever was
and mud richer and more moral
in its corruption
than any music
of any hoofed or howling jowl
sleek
silent euglena
slipper of transparent rotojelli
who cares for a thing-castle like Ezra
who cares for the world
of shaggy thing-castles
dim
lumbering
rocks
only
in the quiet green halls
of a sunlit leaf's skin
is there any music at all
and only
when the sun
in its single magnificence
and gun
could maw
do then I
spit your foot tinned
spinal dentistry
only when your vertebral teeth
have ascended
the solar koala
may Ezra's mud loom
revel
in the sea
a monkey's tail for a
chameleon's tongue
An Imperial Highness
with Liberal Ideas
(whatever that means)
