Anthony Harrington


Take That, Martial

“. . .epigram, a special subvariety of poetry.”
—Cleanth Brooks,
The Well Wrought Urn

How artfully did the critic
With that deft prefix of sub-
Toss the epigram to the bottom
Of poetry’s ample tub.

Anthony Harrington, born before ZIP codes, moved into a new one in Atlanta that is probably the thirtieth of such in his rapidly decelerating pilgrimage through this vale of tears, hobbling along, humming a song entitled Dies Irae.