Books Are Passe
Books are passé’, Grandma!
No one uses them anymore
Let’s burn them all.
It was one of the hood wearers.
The older woman was shocked to her core.
She had never gotten used to the I-pads, I-pods or I-phones.
Let me show you what we do with them,
The Hood Wearer said.
He lit one on fire
Holding it up so she could see how he felt about it.
But what if the Internet goes down? The older woman asked.
She was not even a grandma, never having had children.
The Hood Wearer let out a loud laugh
Dropping the book at her feet.
She threw water on it and saved what she could
Because she had been taught to save everything
She watched him throwing other people’s books on the fire
And was amazed at how easy others had been to persuade.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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