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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