and notice the typo

in line one, duly present

on the last page

of Norton’s 1969 Library

Edition. How wondrous

to mangle a word

like hermetically. That’s what

I wanted wrote. Every page of

weather another

Mistake-ist manifesto: a strike

against perfection, salvo

against stillness, blow against

balance, to rail against the falsity

of peace, please

lose these specious songs

that push only

ink through the throat

and not blood. That’s why