It's over, foreign interests
rearrange everyday life
and clear old wisdom
The children adapt
They don't lift a finger
at the dust and the leaks
They shrug their shoulders
about the salty sea breeze
and don't see the bugs
They are amazed
when the door is open
and the aisles are full
of trampled papers
as fuel for a bonfire
at the Sun Gate
They have not the faintest idea
what was of value
to the thieves
Poem 3276 Amsterdam, 2020-11-11 The decline of the Royal Library of Alexandria in the centuries after Christ Collection:Changing Times Keyword:New: renewal