We light a wretched funeral pyre
And you lend sorrow to the dank, endless mire
While I draw courage from the darting fire
We solemnly tremble as our resolve expires.
We took every book that we could find
Without regard for order, no sequence in mind.
We piled them like bodies, we were not kind
And we left the words of our past behind.
But even as those tomes upon dusty tomes burned
And even as those broiling, black flames churned
I felt a stab of unease, my queasy stomach turned
As did I, so did you, and from the grave we adjourned;
Leaving broken fingers to etch in embers
A solitary warning: to never remember.