“The Book of My Enemy Has Been Remaindered”

“The book of my enemy has been remaindered

And I rejoice. . . .

What avail him now his awards and prizes,

The praise expended upon his meticulous technique,

His individual new voice?

Knocked into the middle of next week

His brainchild now consorts with the bad guys,

The sinkers, clinkers, dogs and dregs,

The Edsels of the world of moveable type, . . .

And I am glad.”