book burnings.
Icarus did not know such
suffering as the artists of
Florence during those great
“bonfires of vanities”.
Savonarola, silly religious
fanatic; all censorship,
heresy, dissent.
it’s a wonder how their
hearts continued to beat
after they tore
poetry from empty
mouths, set fire to
the quiet revolution
hidden in writing,
concealed amongst bookshelves
of fir and oak.
those authority figures don’t know
that the ashes of our literature will
feed the soil
and from the rich earth flowers shall
grow, our words will live
in their cells
and that is forever.