it was the future today
books were scary
gave too many
too many ideas
so firemen set fires
burned books to protect
those who needed to be protected
and called it all of society
but our modest band of heroes
were not buying that lie
they hid in cold snowy woods
they held in their minds
libraries
they had memorized books in their heads
and spoke the words out loud
to practice remembering
and the dying taught the young
a freezing boy was Great Expectations
and God help us all in the future
if he and Pip should
forget the words
This is wonderful to find another poet who wrote – as I did – about Bradbury’s ‘Fahrenheit 451’ – and you’ve done so with a deft, light touch. Beautiful!