Several Voices Out of a Cloud
By Louise Bogan
Come, drunks and drug-takers; come perverts unnerved!
Receive the laurel, given, though late, on merit;
and wherever deserved.
Parochial punks, trimmers, nice people, joiners true-blue,
Get the hell out of the way of the laurel.
It is deathless
And it isn't for you.