The Image Restored

Poemata LXX

Once imprecations / now drolly, with some regret / only elegy.

Fractured once the image 
  made in Europe's first dawning
    lay aside in dust
      none left to take it in trust;
Pieces mourned, abandoned
  lost amid those lately fawning
    crying for their lack
      never to carry them back;
Sooted with the trodding
  feet of scholarly rabble
    ideology 
     toy of the new bourgeoisie;  
System of earth and heaven
  seeming to us silly babble
    epicyclical 
      glory and truth, of it full;
Now a clearer vision
  heals the elderly fission--!
    stupid calls, we go
      now as above, so below!  

Author’s note: Hexameter, literally spitting in Coleridge’s oatmeal.