the lessons

peeking ahead, she shuddered
the hanging pendulum lamp
turned backward and fro
every slight descent
past layered obscurity

beyond knowledge
and ultimately buried
they burned books
after removing the people

to know wrong from
a hole in thinking
that missing generation replaced by
this greed

those needy grabbing torsos
garbed in pressed cloth
their right to own everything
to never leave humanity be
pounds of flesh fashioned
in quaint shapes
to amuse their endless
quest to improve
the children accumulating
in the corners of the nest