The Depravity of a Union Teacher (Draft 0)

Walking in a haze
the botanist felt nauseous
smelling her daughter’s favorite flowers

far afield she wandered
drifting in a mist
in a random pattern
to reach the place of
her daughter’s funeral

She was startled by a reporter.
Yes, I’m sure the teacher’s an idiot.

You want to know? You know…
Little Randi darling flower spirit
was precocious ‘once upon a time’
before a teacher tore her petals off

Mom was a little nauseous
smelling her daughter’s favorite flowers
as she walked in a daze remembering

far afield she wandered in a trance
yet jolted by the voice persisting

Yes, I’m sure
it was suicide.
You want to know? You know…
She vomited in her mask,
and the teacher wouldn’t…

Yes, you know the story —
report it.

Far afield she wandered in a trance
yet jolted by the voice persisting

The reporter fell backwards
when she vomited on him, and
she enabled his fall over
the unmasked cliff
with prejudice.

Startled, she turned around to
walk home, so as to
smell the corpse flower at home, and to
join her daughter with a kitchen knife.

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