A Renunciation

                O Gloom –                   thou muslin cambric,                    cheap whore in tattered                      whether, mourn’s toast,                       quoted lamely,                        Saturn’s bile,                         the vile reptile,                          so rapt,                           wrapped in linen finery,                           thus festooned was I -                         Now?                       I am –                    Iambic, rhythm’s beater,                   the snare’s Rat-Tat-Tatter,                  a drum in heat,                  that cotton’s heretic,                whose antidote is Lust -                I own it, and thus              nakedly gambol I!                    Iamb melodic –                           Full of life’s rhythm                                    - I reject thee.