Classic Poem

Let me sing the song of the Fronts! Exhort me now to sing
Of those bold Fronts that are the screens of Everything.
In place of " Backs of Letters", to be read
With difficulty (see Swift) put Fronts instead.
" Each Atom by some other struck," Swift says,
" All Turns and Motions tries." Let me impress
A motion upon such Atoms, causing them
To integrate, and so " Behold a Poem"!
I would set all things whatsoever front to back,
All that go upright — by these tactics show
How the bold Fronts depend upon this knack
Of nature's — how our one-way bodies grow —
Always Eyes-front ! Creatures of Progress! suited
Only for one-way travel, in Time bodily rooted.