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Rated: E · Poetry · Experience · #2084512
A poem about the demise of a book
Requiem for a Book


The book is weary,
its time worn pages bear
the marks of
grimy fingers,
penciled notations,
and food stains.

The book has lived
its extensive existence
on the middle shelf,
at eye’ level,
making it a natural target
for readers to peruse.

The book’s cloth cover
is now tattered and frayed,
its spine is fractured,
exposing the thread
sewn to hold
all of its pages together.

The book is now relegated
to removal and destruction,
because of its age
and condition;
it is going to a pulp mill
where the book will cease to exist.

This tome of literature
accepts its imminent demise,
hoping the stories it held
will live forever
in its readers’
memories.


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