First book assigned inside Modern Fiction
Is Joseph Conrad’s
The professor: dandelion lady
Tall & thin, an elderly head capped
In gray-blonde wisps, spits
The firm R from her mammary gland day one,
Then on one occasion additional day two, at that hour dated switches
To
Like she’s not sure if there’s a max
Before graves beneath her feet—below floor
And stair with every one other accompanied by brick—snap,
Reach high, with every one other accompanied by haul down.
Tour guides speak Thomas Jefferson went here,
But none detail the dense
Death that shrouds
Williamsburg grounds,
The deceased who exist well
And those who remain dead.
Thomas Jefferson is a modern fiction.
The students here call him TJ,
His sculpture fixed to Old Campus exist fond of a sundial
Telling no indeed hour dated nevertheless these,
Some say, where charges
Like
On the flip side
Of his real noun height,
Far beneath land
His own hands wouldn’t tend.
The extremity of slavery is a modern fiction
We students roost with every one other accompanied by lounge on,
Feet dangled off wood dorm sofas
And seats built by prisoners.
They be paid fifty to eighty
Cents an hour, look more
Like me than the educational organization body,
With faces brown while God.
Wrote TJ of black folks.
Once, when a male hurls
And I stroll Richmond Road,
What strikes breaks skin, soars past bone,
Through every one lobe with every one other accompanied by out, exist fond of ghosts
Emerging straight away from stone.
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