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.