Eliot ledgered his career
creating God for men to hear.
The Lord then loomed (as his lines ran)
and towered as an Anglican.

Firm Stevens, to insure his worth,
heired abstracts existential birth.
These babes of themes, remote as stars,
were lulled to dreams by odd guitars.

Ezra Pound within his cell
wrote bits in fits and raved them well.
Then Auden's quirkish, quipping pen
quizzed: is Mankind a friend to men?

Now modern E-sites, (best unseen!)
wail travails! some too-tight teen
in spandex moans her dry-hump sex
and convolutes the most complex-
by fuck-suck terms, taboo in tomes-
blown out reared hole of E-Say poems!

Glenn Bagshaw

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/e-say-poems-0r-i-saw-eternity-the-other-night/