tristabarista

Temptress

She sits toiling and wasting,

spreading dead knowledge

of propaganda that is both graceful

and hypnotic.

Her domain is a sink-hole in Belgium

trapping victims in inlets of stick.

Her book is hard and has been read

by many greater and less than her.

Determination of youth tries to compete

with a rotting want of control--sending

false fodder. She chews at her pen like

she is trying to surpress a cough.

Her bastion is a dungeon. Dark. Cold.

A wasteland for deprived moldable minds

of mush. Teaching with her vanity,

teaching for her reward.

Luring lives, seducing praise, etching

another mark on her post. A leader

in lessons of self-destructive explorations.

Temptress--using pupils for pleasure,

tricking them into tales of transcedation.

Eager dunces accompany her every

move. Lapping up the manipulation

as if it were and cure to what ails them.