Classic Poem

Ring all bells backwards — enter by sally-ports,
Make towers of wells, night-clubs of lunch-resorts —
Make cuirasses of feathers, walls of down —
Turn inside out the street-fronts of this town,
Till people cook and copulate on shelves
Above our thoroughfares and wash themselves
In roaring gutters in the public view —
So banish privacy, disintegrate Me and You —
Coughing on ladders tenants ascend, and those
Already up their private-parts disclose
(Lest faces vaunted a greater " publicness"
Of spirit or of flesh, in frank undress —
Stealing a march on Mounts-of-Venuses,
Erst-codpieced aristocrats, and B.T.M.s,
And all the rest of the stuck-up Ahems ) —
Affront no beetle by sporting bathing-drawers
Nor seem to sniff at " man's friend" on all-fours!
So, frantically frontal , make an end
Once and for all of fans of the Dead-end,
The sectaries of Backness — who draw near
Given half a chance to all that is absolute Rear.