Each English course I took was like an elephant:
beneath its stomping foot my hope, smashed, like a flea.
Years later, I was told by Lady Poetry:
"Defy their customs. Write whatever poem you want."
So I changed majors, signing up for History;
leaving their sort of literature to mere professors---
caretakers of the sepulchers of "Not to be";
and, of their students' crushed intentions, the possessors.
Starward
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