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The Smoke 3



Here is a room of emperors,
gathered and forgotten
as the most useless of men.

They mill about aimlessly,
smelling of discontent.

Hanging above them on a rope
is a book.

Some of them have read it,
thinking it would answer their questions.

But it was the wrong book.

The right book is not wasted on emperors
and answers not the questions one has asked
but the questions one hasn't known to ask.

The right book was in the library
burned by the men and women
after they gathered their emperors,
the most contemptible of men,
and put them in this room.

The smoke of the burning library
filled the heads of the people burning it,
leaving them as they are today.

If only another would be born
to rewrite the right book!

If only others would be born
to read it!

If only someone could see beyond
this cursed smoke!

All poems are written and copyrighted by Michael C. Rush.
None may be republished or repurposed without permission.