Lechers sunk in grime

When I think of our greatest thinkers
reveling in Quevedo, Plato, unclean
and unique in their company of fleas,
a lunatic’s number of them
dancing like their selfsame thoughts,
aching in epidemics that shimmy
on legs stalking the strangers
in the street, hard-faced and itching,
I think: they are all like Anointed Ones
with their infant cocks, unshowered
myths in their dusty libraries
themselves alone in their glory
that stank to Heaven rent-apart

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~ by Jeremy on November 15, 2012.

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