The Death Of The Book - Poem by Ndrek Gjini
The Death of the Book
In the beginning there was the Word,
and the Word was with God,
and the Word was God,
said John the Apostle.
But, then, the Book appeared
and the word was with us
and the word was us.
And after that
a disease of greed emerged;
the Book was haggled and bartered away
and the Word became crooked.
Now my soul feels pain
as I watch the death of the book.
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