Elvis in Intercourse
—for the Rumspringe
Grossdaadi utters Ach,
winnowing his lot
of all mediated chaff;
he cuts the laughter off.
In consecrated barns
a verbal vermin runs
without restraint or heed
for what the bishop said—
innervating dust,
the pious custom tossed,
2 batteries for the show:
go cat go.