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Saturday, April 19, 2014

Apropos of a One-sided Conversation


You’re nobody saith Zelda
You have not a Pulitzer Prize
She’s right! I’m only an elder
In the Church of Early Sunrise.

You have no right saith Zelda
To lecture our poet and queen
Who teaches workshops in gender
Who writes like a Sapphic machine.

No, no you are not a worthy
You dare not question, not at all.
She’s written oh so intensely
And fills up the festival hall.

So back, go back to your hovel
And cease your offensive onslaught
Saith Zelda, go now, grovel
To the poet-kings of Connaught.



By Dennis Daly

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