Re-reading Bradbury's Fahrenheit 451
with a pile of books on the bed,
beside the dogs and the cats;
thinking how the library of Assurbanipal
burned to preserve in hardened clay
words that on paper turn to ash.
Bought that very book from an airport
flying to a country now gone like Assyria,
seen libraries in Yugoslavia gone up in flames.
What will remain of our digital words?
26-27.08.2021
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