The Lecturer


You collected our eyelashes in jars
Hoarding our stolen wishes for yourself
Starving like birds, mouths opened wide were ours
You fed us your doctrine, first book then shelf

Until we had swallowed a library.
My throat rough with paper cuts, stinging lips
I itch to run but do the contrary
Waiting patiently in this sinking ship.

Our mouths stuffed with scrolls, ink bleeding down chins
Our hands wrenched hard behind our backs, stapled tight
Bound and gagged, atoning for future sins
Heads bowed as you pass judgment to indict.

You are our lighthouse, so steadfast and true
Blinding us, so all we can see is you.