Author's Note: I appreciate any and all criticisms, though I do not appreciate flames. I've always wanted to write a Farenheight 451 Fan-fiction, but I haven't figured out what I would like to do one on... then I thought of a poem. This is before the novel, whether it be weeks, months or years, I can't say. It shows a glimmer of doubt... not just in Guy Montague's mind, but in all the firemen's thoughts. Is what they are doing the right thing? Can destroying so much knowledge, so much work possibly be good? I think Guy has always wrestled with that question. So Please comment, critique and reveiew.
Sardonic Writer
S.W.
Guy's Mind
Oil spurting from the hose,
up in fiery flames they go,
tongues of fire lapping high,
smoke of knowledge fills the sky.
Away! Away the pieces fly,
they must all go; they all must die;
Somewhere in the dark recesses of my head,
a traitorous part of me fills with dread.
The fire burns down to coals so red,
and silence over all soon spreads;
It's like this way at every fire:
Passions turn into desire.
What insights they might inspire,
if they were but ours to acquire.
We slowly turn and walk away,
and leave old memories to decay.
But deep inside I know I'm weak,
And someday I might just take a peek.