POUND

Pounding the expatriate
  pavement, bulls were down
from  the revenge and remnants
left over from the Republic
a pound  of flesh and flies
from Venice's ghetto
  brought to the East End,
Soho, or Greenwich
with fascist mobs and slobs
hating the general will
    and public,surely\not Coriolanus
with Moseley's crowds
all the high art of Cathay
in an admixture and picture
of war's human ashes
civilization in a few books
cashed in english stock and bonds
by the metro stations
'petals on  rainy wet bough'
and the art of Flaubert
and everything external.
rondeau redoubled a cheap pink
fragonard and celine's cheap perfume
a vernal extra read all about in
on the London supplement:
the DEVIL'S FOREIGN AGENT:
mussolini pride, franco's horse hair
 your bouquet  and resume sent to Italy
scaled back on your crazy quasi Hitler
political economic comic theories
 wearies even reactionaries
except the Americans,
who want whitman to love us back.