Thursday, October 14, 2010

the librarians loss

* the librarians loss *
I wonder if in the future
They will talk of how the screen smelt
When first they opened a new novel
This virgin sacrifice of print
Whose covers you first open
A beauty untainted
Exploration demanded
The delicious weight of a new book
How empty future seems
In those visceral experiences
Every book weighs the same
The same as your electronic book holder
War and Peace or Spot bakes a cake
A sameness infantile
Dumbing down of tactile
When all the books twins in visage
Your library shelves used
For clumps of amateur pottery

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