Dear Public Education

Dear Public Education,

I understand intensions,

schoolbook implications,

rubrics of attainment

and months of memorizations. 

It is all hearty facts,

here some and then gone.

So, what happens, soon,

when we are all forced

to move on?

We all have bright, streaming futures

assured to us since we began;

all of us, save Logan.

His ends in a ditch off Penn.,

car strewn with beer cans.

Renee, she is with child

going on three months now.

Next period she'll cry in a private stall,

the farthest thing from mind

the feminist acts of Julia Howe. 

Kennedy's medical aspirations will die,

time called in the emergency room. 

Anatomy taught her, over and over,

specifics of the heart and eye 

but nothing on how to address a fresh tomb. 

Clark's parents convulsively pray in prostration,

Evan's love is labeled an abomination,

Natalie's rapist blamed it on flirtation, and yet,

you teach nothing of life.

Dear Public Education.