Librarians

In my day they were strict
guardians of silence and rifling
paper, dusty tomes and thumbed index cards.

Much later I worked
like a bat Librarian sentinel
in the rafters, swooping down to chide or assist.

I was the one
who sequestrated meeting rooms
filled them with PCs, burbling jargon.

But now it seems
they are behatted adventurers
guardians of magic and mystery, without the whips.

They gabble, endlessly
a torrent of psychic mumbo-jumbo
can fence, wrestle and do high kicks.

On the whole
I prefer the new breed
with their hidden magical artifacts, with or without the hats.

Libraries are a place
of wonder and mystery
palaces of the imagination where silence seethes.