Guy Montag

March 6, 2018

With his ash-black helmet

Numbered 451,

His infinite perfume of kerosene

Will never go away,

As once he loved to burn

And now he realized potential

In the pigeons he once ignited,

As a small girl reminded him

Of true human nature,

Behind every book

Is a life-time of thoughts,

In his once-perfect world,

He realized the necessity

Of knowledge in his books,

Now he starts to run

From the fires of his past,

Escaping the Great Salamander

Which he once proudly wielded,

After decades of burning,

He begins to see

books are not all he burned,

Human passion

Free thought

Compassion and Integrity

All of these were burned

By the will of society,

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