they tried to ram it down our throats
the notion that Beauty should not be at all
except as a slogan for The Revolution
as if there had never been revolution before
only this one in short term memory stored
so raze it all at one blow: like the little tailor, you know,
who swatted all the flies at the jam pot assuring his Name.
anything to get out of class oh yay.
raze it to the ground don't hesitate
beauty truth and goodness down all rivers sold
and God is dead again, my Soul,
the doors bolted and locked. there's sorrow at the dock
King Arthur out to sea.
what should it mean to me the radical students
laconically say
the once and future
kings for a day it's not relevant,
they're sure in their element:
the social engineers or engineered
revert to amoeba consciousness each time you hear:
no more ivory towers;we just want the power
nothing gold can stay said Frost.
but I say Shakespeare isn't lost nor the Romantics
whatever antics are entertained
by the kings of all disposals
sifting 3 minute proposals
mary angela douglas 4 january 2022;25 march 2023
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