Enriching the Hermit (Free Verse)

I slam the door in
Epicurus' face, and I retire
to sheetrock cells and
Stoic nights to compose
and think and muse and dream.

Out with the shallow!
In with the deep!
Fan the flames,
Gorge the pig
on Milton, Virgil, Lewis and
a dash of Salvatore

Swollen on understanding,
Ripened with knowledge,
Bursting with the words to
shepherd huddled masses,
I throw wide the door with
level chin and level shoulders.
To right the wrongs
To light up the darkness
To overturn tables in the temple

but...

I’ve got a pile of books to read and
it’s pretty cold out there… so…

Ah well, Epicurus, you
can come on in, I guess.