Not a subtle poem

For The NYPD who apparently really did destroy five thousand books duringthe raid on Occupy Wall Street and then had someone claim they did not

These are the ways in which you kill a book.
You pick it up, and tear out every page,
slowly, deliberately, in a rage
or in a toilet, hung upon a hook.

You trample it in mud. You hear it squelch.
Leave it to dry where it develops mould.
Burn it on bonfires – policing makes you cold.
Sling it in crushers – listen to the belch

as the machine digests all that was wise
and true, the crunching of its leather spine.
And when you do this, know that it’s a sign.
Next they will ask you to pluck out your eyes

harden your heart, tear justice from your mind,
their perfect servant, idiot and blind.

About rozkaveney

Middleaged, trans, novelist, poet, activist
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One Response to Not a subtle poem

  1. wild_irises says:

    Good poem! However, the books were not destroyed but seized, and the NY city government has them. Let’s hope they do something sensible with them.

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