Standing to attention, military personnel, serious and threatening.
No longer owned by their authors, but their pages desire an owner
Children pass by, pushing in the neat rows infuriating the library ladies
who follow behind straightening the rows
So many lives and stories in one building.
Promising the world, if you would only stretch their backs
So they can get a glimpse of yours
Stick gum between their pages,
And most of all do not judge them by their cover.
The Unheard Voice of the Book