long hair professor

by The Poet Spiel

this dreary has-been
smears his creed on his left bicep
like a tattoo engraved in blood
drawn from a once-impassioned war

unaware
that when he flexes that muscle
its peace and love message is scattered
to snips of radical gibberish

revealing that his intolerance
might be better served
facing his own closet mirror
engulfed by moth-ridden doves

their feathers fallen to a heap
at his battle-booted feet


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