No, no, you’re doing fine
Mates, plumb no deeper—
You’ll find that buoyant
Voice you’re looking for bobbing
Right here near the surface, not
Sinking at the end
Of one last desperate line.
Moderator’s comments: Cinquor twitching like a catastomid on the end of a gaffe(sic)—this guy doesn’t know Trout Fishing in America from The Compleat Angler. Why he presumes to be such an authority on the murky current state of American poetry is anybody’s guess, but there’s a strong possibility it might have something to do with his piscine-sounding name.