Your eraser is full of chalk dust;
your blackboard is a conflagration
of half-solved equations,
half-forgotten historical facts,
half-understood philosophical analyses…
What’s going on in that obscure, obsolete mind of yours?
What’s going on behind those obscure, obsolete coke-bottle glasses?
Those obscure, obsolete yearnings
thwarted by obscure, obsolete turnings
of a sick, twisted, sociopathic love gone wrong,
like a long-lost tarnished locket,
a sticky cherry lollipop in your pocket…
How great Thou art,
how great Thou art…
– K Poleet
Remember, Lord, what the Edomites did
on the day Jerusalem fell.
“Tear it down,” they cried,
“tear it down to its foundations!”
Daughter Babylon, doomed to destruction,
happy is the one who repays you
according to what you have done to us.
Happy is the one who seizes your infants
and dashes them against the rocks. – Psalm 137:7-9