All Poems

All Libraries

Dedicate it to the 9 Muses
dedicate it to 10 or 12,
if you want. It doesn’t
matter, words are cursed.
All libraries
eventually burn.
In Alexandria,
they regretted
giving up on
stone. In a flash,
everything they knew
was gone.
I’d never keep
anything I know
about you
in a library.
All libraries
eventually burn.
Whenever I set out
to describe you
I take down
a hammer
and chisel.
Though, from what
I know of the inevitable,
stone will crumble,
naturally,
in its turn.

–August 2017

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