Alexander Miles

 The Librarian

Peeling light awakes sacred dust.

Smolder spilling onto the coast, the sky begins to close

Over a pile of wood and stone, papyrus and parchment and ash still flutter through the air.

Here sat my desk, once piled under ink and paper, central in the corridors and sky-high shelving.

Oh, mighty Alexandria, how I’ve failed you.

The damage has long surpassed my ability to help in any way

So I can only watch helplessly as another wall crumbles under its own weight, As the fires infect and consume all that they touch.

Thousands of years of knowledge,

Thousands of brilliant minds,

Thousands of unanswered mysteries disintegrating before my eyes.

History shudders, science weeps, and

My eyes sting red from the smoke,