UNDERSEA WINDS ONE

Undersea Winds One: The Pound Paideuma Maelstrom

It is very warm in here
At this time of year.

I have read my Ezra Pound.
Pound is round. Eliot is square.

Pound went to Italy
Sought to make a packet.

Broadcast on Rome radio
Sum counterblasts.

Obviously about the Jews.
He was caged at Pisa.

Its fair enough but not for Pound
Whose round head rolls down

The street gathering pace
Before it snowballs into me.

Surprisingly enough surprised
To see the grimace Pound promoted.

A 9-5 job in a bank
Would've suited you much better.

Can't you see that?
'Fuck off ye twat!' he spat back.

As Pound's round head rolls
Into the hedge, along the garden grass

A little girl picks up his chin and thinks
I can flog this to the Carnegie Mellon Trust.

Granted grants but 'How much is this worth?'
Its a knackered old Pound luv, 'bout a fiver.