Repeat after me,
In an accent I deem
Appropriate
For this particular case,
Which may seem no
Different
From any other case,
But I beg you to
Consider
Following my advice.
You may think you
Know what it is
That comes out from
My mouth,
But I speak in
Technicolor tones
But it looks as if
It vibrated from
Monaural speakers,
You know,
The cheap kind that
Hide their shame
Behind bars of
Horizontal plastic.
Place your bid by
Holding your sign
Up above your head,
Good and high now,
Yes, that’s right,
Just like that,
So that the room may
Echo with your
Movement
And so I might know
How much to wager
When I counter bid.
Meet me in the war room,
Bring your chess pieces,
Although you won’t be
Needing them,
Because I brought a set
I carved from the
Deadwood that gathers
In the forest
On the hills
Behind my house,
So that we might
Begin carving up
Our conversation and
Divvying up the land
As if we were careless children
Cutting their own cake.
If you can’t see what
I am saying, then fear not;
There is no wool over your
Eyes, although there might
Be broken glass crudely
Taped together on
A rickety bridge
That was trampled upon
By the boots of many
Soldiers who march
Only to one beat
That matches the natural
Frequency of the span,
Causing it to rattle,
And eventually crumble
From the harmony.
Take what is out there
And place it into a jar,
But not a can,
For the can will seal out
All of the air and light,
Creating a disastrous
Mess when you peel
Off the rusted lid
Many years later,
But I implore you to use
A jar instead,
Use a vacuum pump
If you so wish,
And figure out what
Exactly it is you captured
That flitters about
Like the wings
Of so many lightning bugs.
Composed 07/05/2012
Author’s note: Teaching and learning have always fascinated me. How can you describe them? That relationship between learner and environment? Between mentor and student? Mentor and environment? No one ever stops learning, although they may stop any semblance of formal education. There is so much to learn out there. Why not give it a go?
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