Roll Soren Kierkegaard (nor dare exhale As if the mention culls a sheer suspense) Across your tongue, and spell "philospher" thence Out slowly, to learn we were taught lies they'll Assure us was for good, to countervail His wisdom, whiles you're piqued for aught intents Upon that note: "they" would acknowledge, sense Demanded it? But hide what might avail. I know "they" swore that Shelley was in poor Scuse mad. And now find Kierkegaard was too?! Yet Bysshe had keener sense than all as twere, Which I learn Soren did as well? and who "They" classed as what, eh, for all that?! Go stir The burning coals, for ashes whisper 'new.
P.S. I read this aloud January 25th at the 2019 Elgin Literary Festival.