Comment: CANTO IX: ALEXANDRIARead the sky: our library is burning.Papyrus empire, sigils on skin,Axis Mundi stumped, smoking.Only grimoires salvaged from fires,holy code ad hominin. A word,Luci: "Light dug from depth,"game's play-write,one of one of many. Zero in:Ashurbanipal, Pergamon,rhyming ruins cached in ash,bone, marlstone. In the end,all we dream is embered,remembered. Time stands unstill.The mask of language slips.A city and its towering babble fall.Wander the ancient wonder,bid farewell.