This poem was found among the returned books at The Woodlands Library, the northernmost neighborhood in Singapore, just across from Malaysia. This is also the town where my kids school is located, so I go there once in a while.
This is a photo of the library
I like to see which books people have borrowed, what are they reading. From those piles of returned books, I ‘sourced’ this poem:
The Final Descent
Behind closed doors,
burn what will burn,
then we die
Another way of having fun with books.