Impressionable encounter

Young and restless

out searching for nothingless 

than the best 

poem or poet whoever really knows it.

Seven grades of english is what it took

when i found it I shook

not because of joy or glee no, more a sadness like a toy refugee 

it was an ode on an old gravestone

celebrating the tone of old death itself

I redeployed it in my class of mayhem

only to find myself condemned.