"Given that Laika was destined never to return to Earth, I felt there was a particular poignancy in an instruction to “Stay”, and I prefaced this by embedding several rhymed words within the text."

Show me weft like that anywhere in Len Pennie.

"Pennie’s poem concludes:
the last words I heard my new science friends say:
Good girl, Laika; sit, Laika; now, Laika, stay.

When writing my poem in 2018, I could find no definitive record of Laika’s last-heard words, so I fictionalised them for dramatic effect...

Sorry that my last four words got away from me. Mea culpa too, er

I'm afraid it's far too common that people decide on a poet's behalf, to exculpate another and trivialise the charge, that something is not so bad. They don't ask, they don't imagine, to get just decide.

A parody that comments on the straitened world of a house style as on straitened consciousness and exhaustion; and it lights itself, the world and the house style up. O if only most poems had that kind of sense of style, of contingency.

But because the concept is light beams made real by dust, and the outside world demanding this attention is exhausting, both material and immaterial, because it's metaphor as trompe l'oeil as rarely in Creeley, it's oddly a parody....

I read that as I'm going to need a bigger poet