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.