Post-War Poetry

a poem by Pancholi Nandlal Kanjibhai

Turn tyrant tradition topsy turvy
And rid the tooth ridden with scurvy
Muffle metre with monosyllabics
Trim words mortgage meaning
Call Shakescene full-fledged Freud, Pope,
Refined rhymester, yeats, a man of metaphysical
Mist, weird contrition has no place in poetry
It’s rootless tree quite carefree all agree
Forgive if you find these words riddled
Lineslimping for I want poetry to drag and
Screech like lame Iraqi tank
Postwar poetry just cant’ afford to be
Brisk and smart, I make it hop like Hopkins
And retard its pace with heavy Hawthornian
Diction, thus inserting into vapid verse
Fine element of fatigue and fiction and
Lament the loss: Alas! they clip wings of
White dove, murder myth of love, remove upper
Lip and lover teeth ridge surgically so that
None can order fire! fight! finish!