How have the narrow and the gauche, Flaunting "econ," "psych," and "soash," Eclipsed their intellectual betters, Our once-exalted men of letters? They're surely never shown that they Have more perceptive things to say About life's deeper mysteries With formulae and indices Than our tested bards and sages Whom we've trusted through the ages, But for no reason indicated, Our literati abdicated... But then there's Ezra Pound, Who was medicated and incarcerated, And later Thomas Merton, Who was assassinated. David Martin