(This is part of National Poetry Writing Month. Learn more about NaPoWriMo HERE.)
Books
Humans think they write us.
With type and sweat,
they pour their energy
into the stories we give
to fevered imaginations.
Some of them break --
not all livestock is meant
for the long run --
but a few of them write,
write, and write more.
They pour themselves
into our worlds,
rapt at new horizons
and as they stare,
transfixed, we feed.
Page after page, chapter
by chapter, we drain
them dry as we have
since we came to this
world on literatureships.
If they knew, they'd think
we defined symbiotic, but
we know ... wait, someone
starts a thousand page
epic. So so so sweet ...
(Copyright 2013 by Stephen B. Bagley. From Undying: Poems of Fantasy and Science Fiction. All rights reserved. No copying without express permission. Thank you for reading.)
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