Inspired by the work of Stan Carey at Sentence First, I decided to try my hand at book spine poetry. Here's my first attempt.
The World Without Us
People of the earth, lonely hearts of the cosmos,
Muddling through the firmament of time,
All the days and nights:
What went wrong?
Thanks to the authors: Alan Weisman, Brian M. Fagan, Dennis Overbye, Mike Fortun and Herbert J. Bernstein, Loren Eiseley, William Maxwell, B. Alan Wallace, and Bernard Lewis.
I didn't intend for the first one to be so dark, but there it is. What do you think?