Professor
by Thomas Stein
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sitting at the desk in front of my class
reviewing lecture notes as I await the top of the hour
the student's languid eyes are on me &
I know with total certainty & absolute empathy
how that robot of abraham lincoln felt
at the 1965 world's fair
michelangelo's pieta was there too
shipped from Italy to a cardboard vatican
you whizzed by it NYC style
standing on a conveyor belt
& when the fair was over
the marble was shipped back to Rome
where a maniac bashed
mary's face with a hammer
honest abe was in the general electric pavilion
circular it whirled like a carousel
taking audiences seated in small theatres
to various historical tableau
starting probably with dinosaurs &
moving on to...what...I don't recall
but ending with honest abe
the word was abe actually stood up
from a seated position & spoke convincingly
looking & sounding so inspirational
he left you feeling good about yourself &
america as the family exited general electric's pavilion
maybe stopping outside for one of those
ice cream waffle sandwiches
you'd see half eaten hunks of floating
in the reflecting pools of the future.
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