No, no, I won’t go until the lights
are out, until the lights are out and the ceiling
has fallen. Even then, I will creep
among the books, tip them open,
look inside, have a read, and sleep
for a while in the rubble. You’ll have to pull
me out, pull me out, you see, I won’t
leave this place, won’t leave for the world.
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