Michael Henrik Wynn reads his satirical poem on Historyradio.org:<br /><br />"To the Harvard Pathologist who Sold Bodyparts Online..."<br /><br />Dusk swallows modernity,<br />pimpled students withdraw to their own future,<br />and ancient winds swirl the leaves over cobblestones.<br /><br />It is then, accompanied by the owls of the city,<br />that a regular apparition moves under a fleeting moon.<br />Like a ghost of Burke or Hare<br />it steals across the parking lot towards a waiting morgue.<br />Footsteps on venerable floors, doors creak,<br />panting down those countless winding stairs<br />to the bowels and intestines of academia.<br /><br />And there it was,<br />the illuminated cold storage of many minds!<br />Jarred egg-heads and poetic hearts in formalin.<br />Who would not have bought a decapitation of Peirce,<br />or the preserved moustache of William James?<br />But one must take what life offers.<br />Then the giggling tomb raider<br />flings a sack of spoils over his shoulder:<br /><br />“How stupid they all are! Naive to the last.<br />These relics of preserved flesh<br />will fetch a fortune on the open market!<br />No need……. no need whatsoever,<br />to inflate tuition fees.”<br /><br />by Michael Henrik Wynn<br /><br />Historyradio.org is a 24/7 educational net radio stream.
