At his preacher’s voice, the lack of Greek taste
And Roman restraint in his classic path
Those sacrifices seemed a gushing waste
We nicknamed him “the butcher,” much too much
Effort, lack of ease and grace, the sad state
Of the impossible, that man was such
As could but only be an apostate.
Christopher Villiers: I am a poet residing in Braunton,
England. I work as a writer. I have contributed to various
anthologies and have also published three volumes of
poetry.
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