home Poem List next poem Information Loss Looting is viewed as exuberation Records' evidence are randomly lost With little regards for information And its eminent historical cost For surely given opportunity One would expect the guilty to enter Buildings recording exclusivity Seeking to remove ties to their mentor Mentoring evil in days of starkness When meanness was rewarded for its help By keeping records of doors to darkness Where assistance twisted souls' woeful yelp Cast in a figment of anguish and pain Hidden down corridors yielding echo Marks of information taken for gain Deriving unwilling sources for show Perhaps it is true no records were kept That objective things were merely taken Like feeding folks conquered by the inept As much by ruse as by castles shaken While few in number reigned over many Worlds watched tension in the minds of their words Just watching those watchers makes if any Some wonder at disappearance of surds (c)ERA 08:09 AM 4/9/03