Death of a Teacher

Death of a Teacher

 

 

He was buried under a mound of dirt

Commemorated by simple granite.

Attired in his most expensive shirt,

They stuffed him in a box of laminate.

 

A preacher stood at the edge of the grave

To sing out comforting words to no one.

Even the day’s weather would not behave

As the moist grass baked in the morning sun.

 

Beyond the gates of the cemetery

His students bustled on with their careers.

They did not read his obituary,

Having let go of all their high school fears.

 

The weight of his teaching prosperity

Comes from knowing he has no legacy.