Terse Praise for
XJ Kennedy*
Oh Kennedy, what
caused your pen to stray?
Yes, what would
William Carlos Williams say?
The pound of
that stress, the wink of that rhyme,
Your wry charming
muse set the paradigm.
Lost scribblers,
you led them from pharaoh’s waste
Of straw-less
mud-poems, you poker-faced
Old pirate. You
posed non compos mentis
To grim souls,
plotted not a little fuss,
Then stood back
to watch as gates imploded
With
country-versed folk, each scene decoded.
Outlaws purloining
metered craft soon proved
Your counter
measures had begun, had moved
Those hidden relics
from an ancient mound,
That melodic
language once lost, now found.
*Originally published in Ibbetson Street and included in my book Odd Man Out-- DD


