The Pedagogue’s Lament
By David L. Pulling
Composed in December 1994
Oh, Socrates! Can you teach the torch to burn bright?
I gasp for sustenance in pestilent air.
Hour to hour the prison bell sounds as regular as Granny-on-ex-lax.
Disaffection files out,
Disaffection files in–
the ebb and flow of meaninglessness.
Before me stretch imposing rows of glossy acrylic crisply arrayed in linear rank,
molded in the accommodating shape of human posteriors
(one size fits all);
I am stripped of sovereignty, yoked with stratified, codified, deified curricular guide
passed down from high bureaucratic places, putting objects to learn in proper places
(one behavioral objective fits all).
Save me, ere I perish,
choking on this foul blight!