Across the wasteland
we'd vowed to return
charred fragments of words still dance on the listless breeze
We built a library here
all our knowledge in one place
books stretching away as far as the eye could see
Spend my childhood wandering through the pages
communing with the great minds of the ages
All my life I felt it hanging over me
Now amidst the ruins can I make my peace?
It was my home and all I'd ever known
I assumed others worshipped knowledge as I did
I couldn't imagine
those who believed words
unread and inert
could ever inflict hurt
then one day they came
with torches aflame
they were stretching away
as far as the eye could see
They'd militarised
stole the secret of fire
from the gods they would burn
so fearful of what they'd learn
condemned the books that contradicted their creed
not hopeful of an afterlife we made our retreat
on that night my parents came to usher me
through the tunnels choking, frightened, stumbling
and we left them behind
to the mercy of the fire
those precious equations
preserved in paper
I couldn't take them with me
the voices of history
silenced forever
lost to the embers
the book burners
the book burners
with torches aflame
as far as the eye could see
credits
from A Neuron Poem Soon,
released September 21, 2010
written by Andy Regan
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