Michael Shepherd

Rookie (8.4.1929 / Marton, Lancashire)

Amen, Hot Hep Heptameter


vandals in their silent sandals sift the sands of time;
with fire and sword, hide hideous hoard of past poetic crime; and
better far, with metaphor they banish vanish'd rhyme;
and curse all verse banal or worse: their aim, the same -sublime.

Submitted: Tuesday, January 03, 2006
Edited: Tuesday, January 03, 2006

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