Steem-Pocalypse Poetry Day 13--Round 2

Fade Away

There are so many books
that exist in the world.
(At least, there used to be
before the libraries were burned
and the bookstores ransacked.)

Down the street I’d walk,
pop up the stairs into the stacks,
grab a hardback about medicinal plants
and BOOM BOOK voila!
Magic answers at my fingertips.

All the knowledge of the world,
yet computers couldn’t save us.
We wander and haunt the earth,
a bygone product of a former boom,
while Mother Nature blooms
her poisons and her cures.

Let’s fade out now, humanity.
There are fairies and sprites
that can bring us back to life,
maybe,
maybe.