Young Wm.
By Kevin Taylor
The point is, young Wm., you have no ticket
to the pantheon. Earned it? Yes. But in leaving,
left the scrip behind; compared yourself
to erstwhile selves, and having fallen thus,
go now unbidden. Whilst you, young Wm., hailed
Lo! A fraud! A thief! or by some lower
hellish frame, have learned that crueler hells
no doubt exist, though like the pantheon
as hard to find. The point is, young Wm., you
have no ticket to the pantheon. Get on with it!
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