The Burning of Alexandria
Bright celestial bulbs over circuit,
All the men and women woven in ink,
Bestowing light upon the library—
Shatters into sharp, blazing shards,
Grimly hunching like half-melted ice—
Forgotten, like a dusty grave.
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