To the Proofreader by James Morris


To the Proofreader

Speak not about my syntax,
you black-hearted linguistic dominatrix.

Silence your high, hoarse voice of critical derision.
You can’t understand my style and vision.

Parenthesize your objections and your punctuated conniptions.
I have knowledge of language beyond your avoidance of contrivance.

And by the way,

My Grammar was a lovely woman.