Friday poem

I Dreamed I Got A Letter From Ezra Pound

Oh I got jammed among the bodies as
they yelled away the air, enclosed. I slept
naked between to living pains. My chin-
bone plowed the floorboards as my talk,
all teeth, chewed at the salt ankle of
a raving man. I have been sent here
to commit the psychopaths to violence
and have succeeded. I have my disciples.

by Alan Dugan
from New and Selected Poems 1961-1983
Ecco Press, 1983