We ran riot through the archives—
Harpies, sharpies and scissors
Obliterating collections into piles
Of pages triangular—
Shards and screeds.
(Pursuit of knowledge agnostic)
Accretions of stalagmite letters
Monticule in dead air
We are the whips cometh—
goo goo goojoob!
“All the gang of those who rule us / Hope our quarrels never stop / Helping them to split and fool us / So they can remain on top.”
— Bertolt Brecht / “Solidarity Song”