The Fieldstone Review

A Eulogy to Honour the Death of Original Thinking, Laid to Rest by the Educational System

by Lesley Machon

I stand at the grave and weep
She is not there
She went to sleep
Long before we laid her down
Ten thousand feet below the ground
Piled beneath a multitude
Of papers marked, A+.

The last goodbye reserved
For those whose knees were bent
Long gone from the establishment
The ones who knew her best
Were banished long ago.

Creativity is a virus,
And the hallways are lined with little dispensers
Of hand sanitizer.

My feigned smile in the rear view mirror
A crack across the glass
On graduation day.