Mar 07, 2005 01:00
I eked through high school with straight C's in Alchemy,
Liquid, lyrical quicksilver dying under my touch and
Crumbling into sulphur, never tumbling into gold.
I flunked the Biology mid-term when my chrysalis broke early
And, half-formed, I was unable to fly out of the examination hall.
I fared no better on the final, when my rotting carcass saw
No spontaneous generation, and was visited only by amorous flies
And their sex-spun young.
My one semester in theology was a thorough embarrassment-
My resurrection effected only through the aid of
CPR.
Then, I asked myself, 'When will I ever use this
In Real Life?'
But now,
as my fingers bleed,
struggling to pull essence from your shadow,
I know.