consonantberry

Book is the Murder

In Poetry on April 8, 2012 at 6:17 pm

Book is the murder
Of ignorance to child.
Reads yourself
Into a fly swat
And squashes
The illiteracy bug.
Remember when letters
Were mysterious?
When you beheld
Those sinews of knowledge
As chicken-scratched
Quill-spray?
That’s a way gone
To cognizance
To pursuit (of truth?)
To expanding awareness
Of one’s own uncertainty
And strolling back
In literate steps
To that same,
Incontrovertible
Ignorance of child

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