The Deserted Library.

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.The Deserted Library.

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