What A Writer - Poem by Charles Bukowski

what i liked about e.e. cummings 
was that he cut away from 
the holiness of the 
word 

and with charm 
and gamble 
gave us lines 
that sliced through the 
dung. 

how it was needed! 
how we were withering 
away 
in the old 
tired 
manner. 

of course, then came all 
the e.e. cummings 
copyists. 
they copied him then 
as the others had 
copied Keats, Shelly, 
Swinburne, Byron, et 
al. 

but there was only 
one 
e.e. cummings. 
of course. 

one sun. 

one moon.