Dead trees little
the shelves
every nook and cranny
cram full the emptiness
and in those trees
lie the pulp of wisdom
the lies of humanity
the answer to every question
you never thought to ask
and they sit
and they molder
because the gift of antiquity
can never match
the immediacy of technology
and the loss
of the pulp
of humanity
is mystifying

April
12/22/16