Unknowledge

This week, we’re continuing the collection that I’ve been covering over the past few posts with my fantasy poems, expanding on this mysterious world in a somewhat interesting and perhaps meta way in this poem, ‘Unknowledge’.

However, I do also have a small announcement – for about three years now, I’ve been offering beta reading and proofreading services through Fiverr, but the rather woeful looking page about it on this site was hidden under a sub-menu and somewhat undeveloped. But no longer! A fancy, newly-designed page has now appeared! Feel free to check it out, if only to judge my website design capabilities.

But enough of that–on with the poem!

Unknowledge

Do you, friend, remember the founding
of our fair city of G——-?

No? No, I cannot say I do either–
I cannot, you understand.

But if you do not remember,
and I cannot remember,
then what are we to do?

We shall ask the G——- Monks,
of course; their knowledge is…

Burnt. Rather burnt; more ash
than paper, their libraries.

Not to fret! We have those
in their place; their literal place,
by which I mean our fair council.

But to be granted an audience with them…
Well, it is only criminals who get the pleasure.

(And their wonderous courtiers,
no longer called as such.)

Are we among those privy to such
a meeting? In the first case,
and the second, I hope not.

Then what is a citizen to do?
It is quite simple, my friend: invent.

G——- has not a history,
not in living memory.

But we are living–you certainly are,
so the duty falls to you.

These walls, no matter which side
of them you lie on, have given you
a name–an identity as one of a people.

Who you would be without, before, beyond
G——-, that is for you to decide.

And what G——- was before you…
Well, there is another decision for you.

Away; create!

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