We are Hammersmith's stammering widsiths whom the Muses wouldn't kiss on a bet
Not St. Paul's precocious pundits in thrall to a Paideia more puerile yet
Not Chesterton, nor Aurobindo, nor tossers more turgid or arcane
Savants, who Simplicity to the Simple, more tortuously must explain
We are England's secret poets theodicizing Ind's soul occult
Not Bloody Mary as Theotokos nor Kali as meretricious cult
What 'Gnostic Being' could we, more caustically, be seeing?
In, to all Intelligence, a too common Elitist insult!
Not St. Paul's precocious pundits in thrall to a Paideia more puerile yet
Not Chesterton, nor Aurobindo, nor tossers more turgid or arcane
Savants, who Simplicity to the Simple, more tortuously must explain
We are England's secret poets theodicizing Ind's soul occult
Not Bloody Mary as Theotokos nor Kali as meretricious cult
What 'Gnostic Being' could we, more caustically, be seeing?
In, to all Intelligence, a too common Elitist insult!
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