“Father Ted, Is Dead.” by Jonathan Beale

Sprayed in 6’ thick black aerosol
The poet made good
            The poet made whole
Across the vast oceanic billboard
Was he poet? Was he fraud?
The heavens became alive
With poets annoyed that they
Had not created this perfection.
“This is pure poetry.” Cried Ezra Pound
The acme has been found.
Blake while away with the fairies
Leapt around undertaking Hail Marys.
And modernist, Eliot tried to steal
To improve on his appeal.
So the ultimate poem is found
Leaving Father Ted underground

Jonathan Beale
Jonathan Beale has poems published in Penwood Review, Danse Macabre, Poetic Diversity, Down in the Dirt, Mad Swirl, Deadsnakes, Bitchin Kitsch, Pyrokinection, Ygdrasil, Van Gogh’s Ear, The Beatnik Cowboy, The Jawline Review, Bluepepper, Jellyfish Whispers, The Outsider, and Yellow Mama. His work has appeared in such books as ‘Drowning’ (Scar publications) and ‘The Poet as Sociopath’ (Scar publications). He is currently working on his second volume. His first collection of poetry ‘The Destinations of Raxiera’ is published by Hammer & Anvil. http://www.amazon.co.uk/Destinations-Raxiera-Jonathan-Beale-ebook/dp/B018F6GWQ6/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1452199641&sr=1-1&keywords=jonathan+beale He studied philosophy at Birkbeck College London and lives in Surrey England.
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