Open books line your floor
black ink, white pages, dry as death
in death they sit staring, waiting, sleeping
Open books line your shelves
bright skins, white flesh, still as death
in death they cry, they plee, they age
Open books line your bag
Scuffed backs, dog earred, ragged as death
in death they wait, they wane, they desire
An open book lines your legs
Open Words, corner numbers, as everlasting as life
in life they touch, they influence, they change us
