For my students – not everything I’ve learned. Just most of it.

Maybe there’s some realm
where you’re tougher than everyone
and all recognize, scatter.

More than likely people plot.
The many cut down the one –
a red sun falls and reigns.

“Wrong us, shall we not revenge?”
Over the wails of the sick and dying,
the silence of the imprisoned,

I hear you. I think about her.
How her portly cat rolled,
how she flooded her garden,

how she sacrificed for even the deserving.
I know the final test is not what you do,
but who you are. Why that last moment matters.

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