You Let A Line Distract You

You let a line distract you, a nonsense
from your fertile mind. It cries hyena cries
that fracture subtlety implied in later
lines. The greatness of the rest is sullied
by this line at best described as loose. To
make the point, dispense with it, excise
it with a flourish; test what’s left, you’ll
note it’s parting doesn’t leave a gap or
cause the slightest hitch or small regret.

You write with awesome power but
cower behind your words – it seems
as if they schemed to steal your verse,
your dogma is dispensed a cursed creed
that shines too bright for natural light,
readers must align their sight to find the
writer’s shadow hidden underneath
the mass absurd, driven underground,
obscured, a debt incurred by

pseudo-orthodoxy maligned
athwart your wounded pride
destined to be implacably dead
on arrival. Who would waste the hours
to post scribe your folly in clinging
to suborned beliefs clear to conclusions
of madness – you will not receive the truth
from Sunday crowds that mass the aisles;
Truth is blessed in complete indifference.

Thankfully, you’ll find crustaceans wearing
mythical boots taste no different to succulent
morsels proffered in poetic offertory.
© I.D. Carswell 2006