Years after Missouri crossed the Pond

( after T.S.Eliot )
I spoke in Londonderry overtones, †
Dripping pedigree from my facial bones. †
Impeccably my tailor did the pins, †
He knew where to hide away a manís sins. †
By then of middle age one couldnít tell †
Where jowling had begun or where it fell. †
Seemed like a love affair with nip and tuck, †
And never once by needle was I stuck. †
For here I declare this testimony: †
His diligence of Semite art on me. †
The youth I once held upright years ago, †
I bow allegiance to each stitch he sewed. †
No matter if or how he worshiped God, †
It didnít bother me if it be odd. †
Not Atlas on his shoulders bore the Earth, †
But padded shoulders of my tailorís worth. † †  
† † †  
Written by Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
Published | Edited 9th Sep 2019
Author's Note
Inspired by part of an article on anti-semitism from The Guardian quoting the poem "Gerontion":

For the Classic Corner comp, ďThe Love Song of T. Stearns EliotĒ. hosted by Ahavati & JohnnyBlaze.
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