You have not a Pulitzer Prize
She’s right! I’m only an elder
In the Church of Early Sunrise.
To lecture our poet and queen
Who teaches workshops in gender
Who writes like a Sapphic machine.
You dare not question, not at all.
She’s written oh so intensely
And fills up the festival hall.
And cease your offensive onslaught
Saith Zelda, go now, grovel
To the poet-kings of Connaught.
By Dennis Daly