post doctoral thesis

When all the phds had gone missing
the tired hs teachers gone fishing
when the botanists had all gone to seed
and the last librarian, to read
one thing of great value remained –
its beauty as yet, unstrained.
Now there for itself, its own sake…
poetry’s what’s left when you take
all the half-cocked words away.

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