FagGotATac

I will have no agreement with you, Ezra Pound -
I will detest you long enough.

As a man, I spit on you
Who bundled your Italian birch rods farther
I am old enough now to know evil.

Rapt your soul with Satan.

Now is a time for carving,
I take your bronze axe, and split your fasces -
There is nothing between us.