The Poet
is but an Oracle.
His ventriloquist Muse
channels through him,
via his Oeuvre,
not his Life
or his obloquy.
If a man chance
to be born taller than all others,
yea, let us have him
throw our Hoops.
But let us save our hoopla
for his opera omnia,
or his DNA,
not his Character.
Except he chance
to have one.