Praise for Pinhead:
Some million diamonds dangle along
the merry music of his lines.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
A Broken Rhyme
Is worn into my cloak.
You are naked without it.
Great singer of Man
Struck notes of Milton’s tongue;
Strike! strikes the God on mine.
Forthwith he strikes on one,
And Mister Curtis shines!
When song was ground to silence
By the straining steel machines
Tongue was bound, the Muses wept
‘Till Sir you dared to sing.
Again we live, in him.