Widdershins

Dream-time, to university returned,
The professor said as one who knows
This semester will be earned.
Widdershins, the east wind blows.
I had not seen the man before,
Subconsciously hosting his atoms;
He asked collegiate ghosts to draw
Comparisons in speech patterns
Between a cause célèbre and trigger
From forty years before, in dialectal forms.
But he applied the wrong name for the rigger,
And misquoted a decade of snowstorms.
So in a rage, I left the class,
Found between the gymnasts’ hall
And the toilets by a second molecular mass
Who urged a return to my downfall.
The academic, he divulged, was highly strung;
His mother had not long died and was dissected
By his brother; he has her micro-parts hung
From a window ledge, with prayers reflected.
This was of no interest to me, unaffected
I wanted this interloping subject to feel
The limits where truth is neglected,
Garden shears in my hands are real;
Of profuse upset caused by objectification,
Without thought for the graves and pearls,
Veracity or ethics, an inconsideration,
For two unreturnable girls.