ode for all time

I never saw myself as an editor, before
but in a war, every shred of help you get
has a twist, so when raw talent is trimmed
and pruned, I say — what have I done today
you know, accomplished?
I hate words like process and poetry
what they do to people, each element kills
— for one to win, others must fall —
if that sounds Darwinian, well just try
to advance on merit, alone; or explain to Eskimo
everything is Snow, in contrast to Snow is everything
which is no small significance
for should this noun read God, or State?
— those are certainly no mistakes —
well, try and invert them
Hell— no!