Spine Pome

 The Forbes Library in Northampton, MA, issued a challenge to make a poem from book spines. Here's my effort.

Born confused,
staring at the sun.

The origin of Satan
at the wall of the Almighty.
The beautiful room is empty.

Speak, memory:
All men are liars!
City of thieves,
Sad cypress,
the colossus -
labyrinths
erased.

The beginning and the end:
Love is a dog from hell.