To Mr. L. a Puritan

Now famous Mr. L. what’s with all this coupling

You celebrate by day and night in verses?

Has humanity sucked out all nature for you –

What, no bees? I’ll do my bedding at first hand thank you;

Your staggering, lurid males

May well be impotent.

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It’s the same with those digestive systems

Celebrated in a staccato arc of words:

Parasites may infest us all,

And when we die they take over and chew us up.

But is there more to life and death than these

Hesitations doubts and small rewards?

Eternity may find you Mr. L.

Still playing on a harp strung with your own guts.