Erudite eyes see materialism & conformity
As a menacing, monstrous, moral deformity
From which vast misery and decay is sprung
A dirge for its mass of manufactured souls sung
Your words tap in to raw, primal currents
Torrid, terse, you talk in torrents
Poured straight down in to your thirsty mind
You are risen, no more blind
Your mind mimics the blossoming of wilderness
Balancing its danger and its tenderness
Singing of the cosmic dimension
Allen is rapt, in glorious ascension
Conjuring the words of muse
Which exposes the grand consumer-world ruse
Without this dreamy, hazy vision
Of inexplicably divine precision
Allen would just be one more mind
Shacked in manacles, going blind
At once he communicates the joys of the Universe
But lays ‘Howl’, his elegy, at its hearse