lessons

Some arts we learn, empower us but not always for the best. I know this only too well.

The Substitute Teacher

Cupid got pregnant, took a break from class
decided never to come back.

War filled the desk, a mass of brute force
with a horse black as hell itself.

Forging lessons of eye and steel,
how to rake wounds in flesh

War’s lessons were fresh with blood
and Cupid’s, an Achilles Heel.