Even as the walls have crumbled,
in the final days of our Atlantis,
the aged librarian can breathe
in company of books.
He’s calm among the thought of elders.
among his lovers and his priests,
while streets outside.
are swallowed by the sea.
It had been years
since anyone had read a book,
and maybe that’s the reason for
the ignorance of waves.
At least they never burnt his books,
they just forgot.
And when the shelves begin to shake
and volumes topple;
when water fill the lower chambers
and the bells have ceased to chime
he sits in silence, waits,
for sea to swallow him.
For poetry of to form in foam.
For books to be reborn into a brave new world.
Today Paul will host us in poetics at dVerse writing about community. Of being in the company of a group. Of course my librarian feels best among his books. If you want to have some background to my series, read the interview at Poetry United.
April 25, 2017