Butterfly over the Colossus (1960)

VI
The rich feast of metaphor and similes muted by the malice
Of whether to take is theft, or whether it is ok under the surplice
Of praise, grubbing about in sweets offered, like the crumpet
That is easy, and with s, more expensive, sing if you know the tune
Lie on your back and take it whole, or die, in the expectation
As the letters spell out the old dears coming down the apples and pears
Oh angels speak louder than cherubs, but the devil has your tongues
Then to say, Will Smith willed into existence, takes up the slack
Like Bambi he skates on the postmodern and the inference
Charming, snakes the end of the first half, as the steam whistles.