mhall46184@aol.com
May, 2013
Books on Watch
A
day closes in obedience to the clock,
To
weary yawns, more yawns, and wonky joints.Words read are unremembered at this hour,
And pages lie open, idle, unseen.
The window panes reflect only this room
And its books, neither neat nor catalogued,
Slovenly ranks of civilization,
Askew, aslant, but yet on duty still;
They stand, and in defiance face the dark:
Poetry, novels, histories, and art,
Biographies and essays, music, too –
Even
in their silence they seem to say
Slink
off, dark Chaos, for here we stand and stay.
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