Our society is based on paper.
It could burn like Joan of Arch
without God's hand resting on its head for absolution.
The skin of our society could go up in flames:
money, government documents...
A nameless, faceless monk
will be known because he writes
his name in the margins of our dark ages.
He will hold a cross above the heat,
granting our society judgment,
damning it, saying Things should be written
Houses can be built
from banded books too heavy to lift,
never to be read.