School
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*Inspired by a walk through campus during finals week.* Finals Week: A Poem The smell of coffee and desperation is in the air. All along hallways students frantically thumb through textbooks, Mutter over notebooks, And curse over flashcards. Students pass-out on the floor, Backpacks used as pillows and jackets as blankets. I walk
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*This is a found poem written for a school project. Every word and line is taken from Joseph Conrad’s Heart of Darkness* That heart of darkness, Is it not frightful? The shackled form of a conquered monster; Truth stripped of its cloak of time, The truth of the “civilized man”. Angel or a fiend?
Bringing Mae Flowers 