The teacher said, My love is like a rose.
Aspirant students knew down to their shoes
Their loves were nothing rosy and their hearts
Clogged as river silt. When the teacher said,
I’m large, they hoped he’d prove ephemeral.
They wanted cracks in which to hide and dust
To camouflage the beating of the blood
Disclosing where they were. Only the small
Survive. The teacher claimed the just smelled sweet
After they’d gone to meet the Biggest Cheese;
But sweets were out of reach or out of stock
Or someone else’s. They loved honor more;
And iron bars made quite a nifty cage,
And stone walls kept them warmer than the wild.
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