Daniel Partlow Poems
Howl Allen Ginsberg
Howl Allen Ginsberg with Nebuchadnezzar’s
For this generation’s minds lie bleeding and ravished
in the streets of the libertine-philosophic
Your angel-headed hipsters of darkness marshalling
the hollow-eyed masses to their graves.
Israfel softly sings his damnable odes in the classroom
and o’er the air-waves.
Two hundred million saxes wail false laments
like the butchered-truths of the painter Francis Bacon
But when one prays at the altar of Damien Hirst
(or de Payens) just Who and what has been forsaken?
The Bravest ‘300’
A mighty enemy was amassing all its murderous hands.
Filled with the covetous – its ranks were vast and swelled.
The tyrants seeking foreign wives and slaves and lands
Focused now on what message the animal entrails spelled.
But from an impressive army, innumerous and bold.
Came tens of thousands of willing volunteers.
They then who passed the test: only three hundred tolled,
Were selected to face the enemy’s thirty thousand spears.