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Have done with Donne, entomb Eliot,

Baudelaire’s music box and Keats’s nightingale,

decapitate Villon, string up Goethe,

spatter Yeats’s blood on the doorposts of Ferdowsi.

Misconstrue thy neighbor,

slay the ghosts of giants,

worship your own creative juices,

empathize with protoplasm.

Each poet strikes chaos