Soon Again

Those books without bookends
are like falling over bean poles,
full of beans in their bloated
bound parchments shelved.

We are back to the scroll, and the wheel
turns the scroll. The screen is only for
folding time, more than any visual.
Soon again words will be spoken

and their paper will be the trance,
more than atomic weapons
these words will refute dominions
that no man made in advance.