I revise into greatness.
Everything forgives me.
Revision defeats derision.
You don't see the weak me.
I'm covered up by revised poetry.
In truth, I'm a helpless, garrulous, nerd,
but just by deleting a word
I affect strength and simplicity.
Don't be fooled by my poetry.
I can't speak but I ooze what's weak
but here, on the page,
I fix it, so I belong to the greatest age,
when my ancestors were kings,
and today my poetry sings
in their accents. I falsify myself for them.
Their red blood this gem.