When you haven't written a poem called Evolution
and you read what's just been read
of your amazing back catalogue
and wonder who's been reading
and what can you do,
and you sort of know who's been reading
'cause you gave her the word last week,
you say you could rewrite for dilution
or press delete, like Auden,
but seek solace in Evolution.
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