Delirium tremendum

LOVE’S KEY

The heavy water of Ezra Pound

subsuming the human tale

to his querulous high-pitch creel,

transmuted suddenly into profound

perilous melody.  The charismatic

author, shaken by acidic

lye.  Rattled to quick

bones – John Berryman at sick

bay (delirium tremendum, guy)

shriven to the marrow.

The prof who would harrow

Hell must round up his own high

insolence.  But personality,

like poetry, is excess

on the History Express –

a bit gratuitous (to a degree);

won’t fold logically into place

aboard the freight car

of any village explainer.

She’s obstinate.  You’re a disgrace.

Whence cometh all authority?

Thrones crumble, powers

tremble – the hour’s

getting late.  Some mild futurity

yodels an octave through a vise...

the bird’s a turtledove.

Love’s key to the sky-trove –

exalting the low, humbling the wise.

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