Urns Overturned
The last students you've loved slip out of the room
Their chairs ghostly, enshrouded, urns overturned
Your eyes survey the wreckage, the whisper-less ruins
Vultures and jackals lips lick, poised for their turns
This sinking treasure, deserted way-station
Empty hull, barren deck -- unrepentant ablation
Once-inspired platform and forum, so grand
Pitilessly metastasized to crumbs of sand
While the gay voices of those
Who've abandoned ship with such glee
Ring out to shores distant, eternal, carefree
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