In these places
There are cases
Dust covered books
And spider’s webs;
A million words
Lie buried
In the library
Of the dead;
In ten autumns
Not one leaf
Has tumbled
Or been tore,
No sign
Of flickered thumb beats
Or footsteps
On the floor;
The names and dreams
Just stand there
In rigor mortis spines
No eyes to write
Their epitaph
As book worms –
Devour each line.
Somewhat downbeat and contemplative ; a very apposite eulogy.
Thank you Louis…sometimes I am a downbeat sort of guy (I think there as a song with that line..somewhere in my head).
hmmm my feel too matched some times 🙂 (Y)