SCRAPS
the spiritual ones
burnt the great libtary
came with their torches
under their god Emperor
a huge holy mob
blessed with the knowledge
of the splitting of
the atom
which art now lost
sadly forever never
again such
sublime
destructive power
all that remains of that
great wisdom, great
human
knowledge of
such apocalyptic potential
reduced to ash, molecules,
scraps
A sharp, ironic lament—faith burns knowledge, leaving only the shadow of power. History as a funeral pyre.
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