from Irving Weinman 1937 - 2015
This is a masterpiece. The love poetry is especially beautiful. The entire sequence is in a way a love poem (and therefore must include some hate). It is in some way a nature poem, since in it the moral good is equated with the natural - nature and human kind in nature, while badness is the destruction wrought by human hate as organized by religion/politics. But this is encompassed in the directness of what good means for you (the speaker, (the poem's voice) : loving relationship(s) and the (attempt at) truth through language (poetry). The poem is a fine discourse on language, especially poetic language, and on simple speech aspiring to truth while aware that this is an ideal forever double-crossed by the duplicity of words (in the human mouth) and by the loudmouth mouth mouthing off and on and on.
So here you have it from the horse’s mouth,
direct, not by word of mouth.
Was he down in the mouth, shooting his mouth off!
Not to mention almost foaming at the mouth;
I almost had my heart in my mouth!
Mind you, he was all mouth and trousers,
never one to put his head in the lion’s mouth
or his money where his mouth was,
always taking the good words out of her mouth
and putting them in some little tart’s mouth.
You should have heard him mouthing off,
that she was born with a silver spoon in her mouth,
that butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth.
Left a nasty taste in my mouth, I can tell you.
Fed up she said “Shut your mouth, arsehole!”