Ilium in Spring

  Ilium in Spring

        “TOugh tOwn tO make friends in, Ilium
Its wOmen is anOther keg Of wOrms”.
But
 “try and stOp us” peep the little  e
Ffervescent   universes  gleefully pOpping
                     entrOpically
                    intO nOwhere
                    (happy sOuls)
frOm wide-eyed death
 (whO is really but a mOte in One iOta)
                   ‘S vanilla 
                      sOda
                      sitting
                        On
                         a
                 parlOr stOOl
               tOp hat in hand
                    with straw
                  gat-tOOthed
           patient rational and
                     cOOl;
          their dear impertinent 
                   impatient
 wOrds
left scattered hereabOut
 Among the ruins of shattered 
                                 nOtiOns:
Springtime the corn is not sprung 
 yet one foot high 
red-faced The peasant Sun sings wanton joy,
                                                           resilient
 warm and strong like ten-year rye,
                                            
tethered
               to the 
                         toe 
  of    
     the Winged barefoot cherubic boy
WhOse fledged barbed darts
  crying havoc also into human hearts 
      are but his toyish rustic art