The bells just tolled
Not only for me
But for all in the town
And there is probably something to be said
The bells are from the school
And not the church
One has to wonder
If the college is a mausoleum
And we who work in it
Tenders of graves
Or shades ourselves
Dead among the dead
What, then, to make of the students
Who come to us seeking a piece of paper
Who come to us seeking
What is interred in stacks and rows
Exhumed in labs and buried again
Who only think to party?
What, then, to make of the city
That depends upon the school
Devotees of a charnel house?
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