Prof of Profs

Prof of Profs
by Geoffrey Brock

    For Allison Hogge, in memory of Brian Wilkie

I was a math major -- fond of all things rational.
It was the first day of my first poetry class.
The prof, with the air of a priest at Latin mass,
told us that we could "make great poetry personal,"

could own it, since poetry we memorize sings
inside us always. By way of illustration
he began reciting Shelley with real passion,
but stopped at "Ozymandias, King of Kings;

Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!" --
because, with that last plosive, his top denture
popped from his mouth and bounced off an empty chair.

He blinked, then offered, as postscript to his lecture,
a promise so splendid it made me give up math:
"More thingth like that will happen in thith clath."

[published in Summer 2008 Poetry magazine]