Death of a Teacher
I welcome death like I do a warm body
Free-falling from the landmark of wonder.
I long to feel the splattering of my flesh
On the dank and grey cement.
Soaring above, writing stories in the sky,
A demon is attacked by doves of chaos
And a skull of anarchy fills in the white lines.
Liberty from the corporate evil lying in wait
To destroy and massacre the spirit and soul
Is a spike that leads to the doormat of my death.
~MZ
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