Poe is a mood
turned loose with words
to inflict upon you
- and no very good
mood either,
usually.
Twain on the other hand,
invincibly irascible!
Equally impossible to imagine
anyone beating him at his own game,
or to reckon what the rules are.
These two scrappy titans
of American letters occupy
an especial place in heaven
and hell, but only one of them
at a time in each. The afterlife
could not withstand their meeting,
I guess.
As to which one's which,
a special arrangement was made
whereby they switch.
And they're each always welcomed
with cheers and relief
in either place
when it's time to trade,
so heartily sick
of the outgoing one
that entire plane of existence
has by then become.
So artfully done, such knack
of management displayed! Bravo,
you two. We knew we'd fit you
in some way.
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