by John Lars Zwerenz
Wrapped in the blue of an American Flag,
A scholar sails through translated verse,
As teachers scoff and students curse,
Fighting and flirting while playing at tag.
The girls lay themselves with evil intent
Upon the paths of erudition, hell bent
To be stumbling blocks to truth seekers.
They remove their skirts and school bought sneakers,
To walk with burning feet behind the mask of the gym.
One roving poet got away, although they tried to rape him;
Now he sits on Mount Olympus,
Serenading Christ -
Reducing Zeus to sand, to fire, to the dust of dice,
As he prays for all of us.
And the sun sets grandly on the cherry tree below
One lone savant's decades old window:
The sole professor worthy of his salt and grace.
He greets with wisdom each new, arrogant, fresh face,
Eschewing yearly the immense vortex of the ancient undertow.
Last updated May 24, 2019