A devil is one who calls you a devil.
The last accuser becomes the accused.
Talk makes all guilt equal;
By language fact and falsehood are fused.
Book learning must step aside,
When the accuser behind intellectualism hides.
Poetry flees every single kind of talk—
Where reasonable talkers reasonably lie,
Where the accusers thrive and multiply;
Poetry is true because the words walk.
Poetry returns to pure physicality, where
Words, to prove their worth, walk up into the air,
Leaving falsehood below,
Where the eternal winds of accusations blow.