Prosodaicize

"I scarcely have the right
To use this ghostly verb;
Only one man on earth
Deserved the right, and he
Is dead." If you would like
To scan those lines, then do.

So. Now. My friend, we are
And we have never been.
Allow my beer to foam
In paraphrase from one
Equally cowardly
And brave contemporary

In the endless twilight
Of human bodies lost
Among the downward arts
Of declining empires
Of our bloody, beating
Hearts. Here we end sermons,

But poems must press forward
Into the ill-mapped land
Of highly rhythmic lies.
I almost forgot mine:
To arouse wonder stare,
Unafraid, at one thing.