POSTSCRIPT

POSTSCRIPT

blue books
black books

Necromicon
Tractatus

red books
green books too

in the forest, in
the galleria, let
them blossom
let a thousand, million,
billion
books bloom

grow thick as tree trunks
wide as rain forest
be there
for solace or
subversion
lying at the bottom
of every top drawer

or
to prevent escape
save them
from themselves
innocent, experienced
chain them to the pulpit
bolt them to a lectern

cannot have these mechanical
birds of Caxton
soaring flighted, heading off
their own way

spilling our secrets
to red in tooth and claw
alien minds
and their technologies

friends (cousins) far
too green for our liking
brimming with
levels
of Aries energy beyond
rational compare

reading
us the riot act, dictating
terms and conditions of our
post-
human future
final touch put to that
postscript which
you

first read here