In his "Age and Indifferent Clouds" the poet Harry Mathews deliberately used such end-words as "hippopotamus" and "bronchitis," thus drawing the reader's attention to the teleutons rather than away from them, and the beginnings of the lines doubled the difficulty by making puns and ringing variations on six herbs and plants, which might go unnoticed because the end-words take so much of the reader's attention. As “Wesli Court” I did similar things in my sestina “The Day We Bombed the Moon (and Barack Obama Won the Nobel Peace Prize)” which was published on-line in The Nervous Breakdown in 2011 and collected in The Gathering of the Elders: and Other Poems:
THE DAY WE BOMBED THE MOON
(AND BARACK OBAMA WON THE NOBEL PEACE PRIZE),
October ninth, 2009, we sent
A rocket off to Luna. We meant to bomb her…,
Into submission? No, a test intent
On blowing up surface dust to test for ice.
On the same day the Nobel Prize Committee
Amazed the world by bestowing its amity
Award upon a tyro. A calamity,
It seemed to some — an evil precedent
To settle on Washington, D. C.,
By giving the Peace Prize to Barack Obama!
Many Republicans needed to ask for ice
Water and Schnapps, or even an oxygen tent.
No one had dreamed an explosion of this extent
Could blow moondust in the face of amity
Around the House and Senate. It wasn’t nice
That these Norse should cause old pols to resent
Explosive love. It was a suicide bomber
NASA sent to ruin comity —
If not around the world, the R. N. C.
At the very least. Gaddafi in his tent
Celebrated Luna’s death. “Embalm her!”
Was his battle cry, his enmity
For global infidelity was sent
To Cocoa, Florida, well packed in ice.
But NASA said, “It isn’t very nice
To imply we had an impact on the Committee
Rather than the moon! Our bomb was sent
Out into space. We’re not incompetent!”
Meanwhile, a wave of pure tsunamity
Elfed the Oval Office, and Obama,
Although surprised himself, felt like the balm or
Salve of sweet salvation in a trice
Had rehabilitated amity,
Restored a modicum of comity
To the world at large to some extent,
One could nearly sense the aloe’s scent.
Barack Obama, the Nobel Committee,
And malcontents hope NASA finds its ice,
But what price amity amid dissent?