How Sad a Moment

I went into a bookshop between work today and was browsing the poetry section (a disappointing selection if you were looking for modern poets to compare yourself with, as I was) when a moment caught my eye. It shocked me. Below it is in poetry form. 

How sad a moment I found.
A gentle bookshop – which was
Oblivious to these two
Customer’s inclination –
Suffered a quick, stabbing laugh.

How sad a moment it was.
Fingers pointing, tongues did too,
To a satirical book.
This man – ill-advised author –
Tempted them off the narrow.

How sad his lack of knowledge.
To write a book of such kind
It takes blind forethought or, worse,
A natural deep malice
Against the beauty of truth.

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