The Unknown Author Poem by Vincent Topp

The library is burning

Works become cinders

Embers of written life become dust

I struck the match.



I take full responsibility

Me, the author, the unknown.



So goodbye Shakespeare, Milton, Poe

Goodbye all the wannabes, forgotten, unknowns

I was the one who wiped you out

It was me, the unknown author.



No one can tell me I didn't achieve notoriety

I will be written about, documented and theorised over

My name will mean something

My action will have spoken my words.



A changing of the guard

Day one, wipe of the slate.



What is done is done

What was yours has been taken

I will no longer be judged by your standards

I will no longer be forced to bow at your greatness.



This is the start

My life's work has begun

Strike off the libraries one by one.



Your thoughts were stolen anyway

You don't deserve, I do.