This poem is about the society imagined in Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury. The people in this oppressive society no longer read books as they are now illegal, and firemen create fires instead of putting them out. The title of the poem comes from Greek mythology. According to the Ancient Greeks, people who had not done anything extraordinarily good or bad were sent to the Asphodel Meadows. Most of the people in Fahrenheit 451 are like those souls. They have not done anything worth punishing, yet have done nothing of merit. How can they truly experience happiness if they have never been sad? They have been prevented from participating in some of the great joys of humanity: philosophical thought, history, and the beauty of individuality. My poem attempts to portray this.