Fenton Spear
Famous Poet
Poverty. Exile. Overripe Annihilation.
From 10:20's Dive,
Pool balls that break into the warped spin
Of planets; Pandora's chaos--
With the bloody sound of what Ezra Pound
Said the age demanded--
'the image
Of an accelerated grimmace.'
Poverty. Exile. Cancellations.
'Hello, Good Morning!,
White Teeth'
Is your daily reprieve
To the pet black ball
As the cutting edge
Of your stilted all-
Seeing profile
Steps out with the angelic gait
Of Lucifer into Dante's Enfer.
The idiot wind--'there but
For the grace of God.'
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