On Education by the Responsible Organs

Poetry became a teacher thing.
What can a poet teach? Nada. Poets
Demonstrably cannot teach anything.
Not even the learnedest ones are able to.
Only their poems might teach certain things.

On the other hand, teachers may indeed have
Learned to write the kind of poetry
They’ve learned to teach.

I wish I had another eye
To see what mine can’t see
Below some brow won’t be
But in my palate’s socket lie.

I wish I had an extra leg
To go where mine don’t go
From hip it would not grow
But from gingiva, gomphious peg.

I wish I’d one more hemisphere
To think what mine can’t think
Might hide it from the shrink
And any language engineer.

October 1, 2009, Ceteri egoque, 2