On the Cavalier Poets.(Loveshots)(Poem)

 
On the Cavalier Poets 
 
   Their king was devious and brave, 
   lived out his right to misbehave, 
   then wore that extra shirt to fox 
   both January and the axe. 
 
   John Suckling writhed in vomit while 
   one rich allegiance dropped from style 
   and Lovelace shed his golden suit, 
   on Farthing Lane died destitute, 
 
   both fellows whose idea of fate 
   was tangled in the locks of state, 
   where pillows, breasts and dungeon bed 
   strained Life against the life instead. 
 
   The mirror-walls of history 
   bounce light from their necessity, 
   their poems come as x-rays of 
   their epoch's wild and ...