Must always be part pretense.
Where and when he blows where he wilt,
There and then shall words be spilt
Clauses built (or are they couplets?)
It strikes me as odd — that it is he
Who is said to strike.
Yet, once struck, one knows
That it was indeed a sin for Moses to strike
No, the way of the poet is to speak
To rocks, lest he overlook and stumble
Preach, then, unremitting poems
To the rocky world;
Else the rocky world
In crying, crushing tones
Will preach to you.