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How are you, whenever you might be, Mr. Jones?

What I have to pick with you is far more than just bones.

You slandered her, with your comments---snide and rotten.

Now her words are celebrated . . . and yours?---mostly forgotten.

But certain phrases I think you deserve to hear from me---

regarding your prejudice, expressed so obstinately---

are brought to silence by the example of her courtesy;

and rather than my long brewed rage and profanity,

I offer to what is left, if anything, of your memory,

in these fourteen uneven lines of Poetry

(which are not, in any way, a regretful elegy;

please accept that with the utmost certainty).

A cold wind blows, perhaps for you, with eerie moans;

you whom I disliked since nineteen seventy-five, Mr. Jones.

Starward