The words tangle and the tongue bends
When yesterday the song was fluent as wine.
Teacher, quench your lips on this Lambrusco.
You taught us the best drinks were
shared with the choicest guests --
yourself and a family circle
And we were all your family, Si.
Teacher, I am afraid for a world that
plods on uncaring and couldn't
do more to save the wonderful spirit
trapped in a faulty body when the love
hung lost in an embittered shell . . .
Teacher, I am sorrowed by the words of
caring that I never touched your breast with.
Was a firm handshake quite enough?
Si, Si, I cannot rest.
Your peace is too lasting, and mine
a shipwrecked dictionary.
You taught us to laugh
and the laughter was a good one.
The words were human, and he coughed a little.
Page 15 (Black Book: Light Heart)
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