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Poetic Letter

The Cavalier

Gauze-sheathed
In proper academia
Frail and spiritually incestuous
As a rule here
Jacketed of course
Turning now and again
Warmed briefly by passions from afar
Drunken, fallen,
Babbling temporal remedies
For the Bored Visitors
I will not arise
for awhile yet
Until even these tired embers of hope, distracted,
Flicker and Die
As surely soon they will
For our breath runs short now
And our passions shallow
Tattered
Kept
Prostituted supine
On the Grounds
Waiting only for the rushing wings
For the challenge of the Phoenix,
Cavalier colleague in ideas.
R.W.M.
Grad. Educ.