vandals in their silent sandals sift the sands of time;
with fire and sword, hide hideous hoard of past poetic crime; and
better far, with metaphor they banish vanish'd rhyme;
and curse all verse banal or worse: their aim, the same -sublime.
Michael Shepherd
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/amen-hot-hep-heptameter/
