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 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.