Wednesday, November 5, 2008

untitled poem, 1/23/08

English majors believe in education
believe it will save the world
from itself
from Ignorant
from Poor
from Bipartisan
and tooth decay
and monsters under the bed
-----staring yellowly out like Goya nightmares

take it like a medicine
repulsing at first
then a needful thing

drug

to cure mediocrity

pay into it
like a life insurance program
against the day of death
of self

gather literature around you
recite Wilde like a chant
white magic
to fend off vain creatures
-----of business
----------science
---------------comm. and art

and lord, those teaching majors
who believe love
will save the world
not education

that education is a
cold, harsh antiseptic spray
with which to
stamp out
the pernicious molds of
-----compassion
----------kindness
---------------patience

that a teaching license
is a marvelous device
rather like a Trojan horse
a teacher is a doublecross agent
behind enemy lines

undermining the dark system
full of hooded, red-eyed
members of the Board
shedding their scaly Sith skins
as they cut chalk rations
and slash playground funds

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