Martha Zweig
DIALECTIC
Worse is better. Better is better too.
All our motion and all theirs
rises against them.
Everything they try turns into revolution
like their bewildered troops
who perhaps pass twice
between the same two trees
and remember themselves,
and return identical
in disguise,
loving their guns
they hated: more of us.
Error arises for us to clarify.
Then there will be no error.
Even bad practice makes each of us
correct it to create equal skill.
We work perfectly in nature.
Nothing that is is wasted.
All scraps build
the beautiful possibilities:
We can use death.
We use our own
deaths. We use theirs.
Our love is all coming around.
