A back-to-school poem

Academia

To pimp the fine young cadence
of the dying gasp's demented urge
to sentence
                           and to dumb back the ecstasies
that press up from, well, NOTHING--
this is our tiny calling,
our bungled ancientness.

–Joe Wenderoth, No Real Light (Wave Books, forthcoming in Sept. 2007)

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