when all went silent;
after words turned ash,
the last remaining pillar fell
crumbled into dust,
the aged librarian
mumbled verses from his dying books
turned skyward, cloud-gazed,
stumbled as he turned and left;
leaving only footprints in the sand
that once was kingdom, library:
that held the answers
we have lost.
The desolation of the picture made me continue to write about the last books and our guardian of poems. This is a 55 word flash for Kerry at toads.
March 2, 2019