A Solitary Wail Poem by David Hart

' A Solitary Wail ' by David Hart

This delightful life deciduous
O, my sometime annealed soul

A regatta most recalcitrant
now sheparded - de rigueur -
to a most untoward
disagreable Abaddon

Hale and able bodied in juvenescence
a taciturn bawcock I

Anon,
through myriad zephyrs of pernicious
declensions
through streets of leviathans
with their scythes of zealotry.

In rude columbariums
twisted polestars
of epistemological ranting-

Innumerable transmutations
of my Weltangchanung-

I DID HOWL ~~~

this wail of life
my walk through miles
of beckoning slatterns,
vulgar vulpine
coquettes,
and slavering gerontions

Oh how annealed my battered soul
my ululant wreck of a soul

I am a mere lusus naturae
a disembodied cowalker -

a howling remnant
a recrement.