Why is it less tragic
Mr. Eliot
the loss of innocence
in these times?
Did you cram
for the poem
as exam?
Did you, critic
have emotion
only for critique?
Why does it not
a world at war
match some battle
at hot gate?
There was something in you
Mr. Eliot
of the poet
but no water
on rock
drip drop.
No hell too hot
no stair to descend
to start again.
Did you find
no flame could refine
a life unlived?
No wonder the preacher
took the pulpit
to whimper
a life unknowable, un-consolable, unknown.
Why is it less tragic
Mr. Eliot
a poem
left undone?
5/19/03
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