Cognoscenti in an apple orchard

never felt a need to be contriteHen pecked husband who gave up the ghostContracting H5N1 reading a dirty saucy cardThat good old Protestant Work ethic helped them throughthe other 51 weeks of drudgecouldn’t understand why they embalmed her so quickly.Is there any Confucian confusion here?Is it the Hag who nags or crazed connoisseur?Having laughs by the sea, having a purge, surge,tickling your fancy‘there may be trouble ahead’It’s difficult to know what’s ‘Normal’ AnymoreThe Voice of the People, glittering lights ~Ideas, not sure where they come from,did they just disembark and walk ashore?Victorian morality and ludicrous clergyto sort it all out and leave us to sleep ~Crime, divorce adultery, alcoholism,Yobish & religious revivals to contend with all in a weekThose ‘Watch Committees’,Beady Eyes Against Fornication,debauchery, excess, indulgence, depravity,lewdness, wickedness and lust!Invoking the invincible debonair Censor Boardwho disapproved and Banned books,innocuous postcards burnt in the furnaces of Scotland Yard Persecution from the Local Prosecution,You certainly know to which class you belongthough you might believe in Natural goodnessand look for Inspiration in the Countryside ~Hedgerows with white blossom and blue tinged hillssurrounding village orchards of no caresWhere philosophers and poets come to shareon summer afternoonsfresh water from the lakesand dreams of peaceful intercourse* Sarnath *