“This is my best muse, but write better than he speaks”
This comment that I consider fair
Provoked an “Aaaah!” from him
His face giving off
The faithfuls’ fear for
A seamless sinner
In vain my puny protestations
to a mind held hostage by adoration.
Perhaps it is unaware that its infallible muse
had severally picked holes in the
First muse to be beatified in its dark race
without a similar sanctimonious fear from me.
When I see such acrid awe in a man,
I see hero-worshiping and man-god
I see idolatry worse than animism.
That I expect not from a friend common
Than a friend learned.