Re-Ordering.
It
should be encouraged. Defacing books.
A
few blank pages left at the end
For
you to fill flyleaves with dirty secrets,
A
new ending. “This was good.” “This was crap,”
Then
pass it on, in a library where pens
Are
allowed, lines scratched amid graffiti,
Now
and then making poems from potboilers,
If
you knew where to look, a chance for truth
To
emerge at last: “Why is D’Arcy hot?”
Or
let the chavs and wags and track suit boys
In
Waterstones, fill the shelves marked classics
With
the Hungry Caterpillar and toys,
Hear
them laugh the laugh that lasts today
Watch
them misspell, on end papers, their names.
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