This Berryman's a moralistic thing:

its jacket has been lit, man rolled back to ma

and shot with liverspots like extra moons

or doctored film of UFOs –
blinked, I think, by a student in the bath

who, before Returns, checked the title page with '??°a marche?

Oui' (knowing a book so used would not reply);
and who, for all his troubles, failed

to notice a label still stuck fast across the blurb

and faded to its price code, W. O. E.