Alas, Poor Ernest
ALAS, POOR ERNEST
He reformed,
so said his last wife,
Milton's Paradise,
hammered into Eliot's tradition
his rich anxiety, his guilt
regarding the whiteness of supremacy.
So enlightened, in 1961,
or perhaps aggrieved
by insatiable arrogance,
he penetrated his mouth
with a shotgun,
pulled the trigger.
Jerry W. Ward, Jr. September 23, 2019
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