Ode to C.S. Lewis (published in 'Eclectic Literary Forum', Fall 1998) Forgive me, Clive, that I have stained These pristine pages where your verse is writ Yet well you know my eating times Are oft spent savoring a poet's wit. As by my bedside in the weesmall hours And moments snatched on subway trains In movie seats and waiting rooms And when I have some cash, on planes. This precious volume carried on my back Chasten not too harshly when I soil. As Milton studies, so shall I: "When chance Relieves me from my servile toyl." Let these rude stains of chicken curry Be testament how I have homage brought; Between these bland-tasting spoonfuls Your heavenly counsel sought. I'll read upon your verses dear my friend (Let not this term be found a slight) As child of Dawn unto the morn To catch as if by fire thy heavenly light.