A Tree with a Bird in it: / A Symposium of Contemporary American Poets on Being Shown a Pear-tree on Which Sat a Grackle

by Margaret Widdemer

We'll need thee still;

Folks who write poetry

There's naught on earth can kill!

(During this the CULTURE-HOUNDS, CRITICS, etc., have clustered round the NON-POETRY-WRITING PUBLIC, whispering, urging, and pushing. It rises and scratches its head in a flattered way, and finally says:)

B'gosh, I do believe,

Now that you speak of it, I could do just as good

As any of those there fool dead fellers could!

(The late Non-Poetry-Writing Public are both immediately invested with lyres, and wreaths which they put on over their derby hats.)

SEMI-CHORUS OF EDITORS (to Spirit of Rejection Slip)