the last teacher clears his throat--

and belches--

ah--at last the answer we've been waiting for--

to the clear and compassionate

and the deluded and self-serving

the same instruction--the same lesson--

we've learned our lesson but can do

nothing with it--the world a rock

of perpetual intractable material

that stymies all amendment--so the hell

with intent and clarity and whatever else

we know what we have to do--whatever it is--

the last teacher turns to leave--

and farts--

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.