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Black Beetles in Amber

Chapter 30: A POET'S FATHER
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The collection gathers short poems, sketches, and satirical vignettes that blend bitter humor, morbid imagination, and pointed social criticism. Many pieces turn on mortality, revenge, and ironic justice, employing grotesque or supernatural imagery and concise, epigrammatic endings. Political and cultural targets are skewered with sarcasm, while lyrical interludes and philosophical reflections punctuate the tone. Overall the volume alternates whimsy and cynicism, offering compact explorations of human folly, moral ambiguity, and the absurdities of public life.

A POET'S FATHER

  Welcker, I'm told, can boast a father great
  And honored in the service of the State.
  Public Instruction all his mind employs—
  He guides its methods and its wage enjoys.
  Prime Pedagogue, imperious and grand,
  He waves his ferule o'er a studious land
  Where humming youth, intent upon the page,
  Thirsting for knowledge with a noble rage,
  Drink dry the whole Pierian spring and ask
  To slake their fervor at his private flask.
  Arrested by the terror of his frown,
  The vaulting spit-ball drops untimely down;
  The fly impaled on the tormenting pin
  Stills in his awful glance its dizzy din;
  Beneath that stern regard the chewing-gum
  Which writhed and squeaked between the teeth is dumb;
  Obedient to his will the dunce-cap flies
  To perch upon the brows of the unwise;
  The supple switch forsakes the parent wood
  To settle where 'twill do the greatest good,
  Puissant still, as when of old it strove
  With Solomon for spitting on the stove
  Learned Professor, variously great,
  Guide, guardian, instructor of the State—
  Quick to discern and zealous to correct
  The faults which mar the public intellect
  From where of Siskiyou the northern bound
  Is frozen eternal to the sunless ground
  To where in San Diego's torrid clime
  The swarthy Greaser swelters in his grime—
  Beneath your stupid nose can you not see
  The dunce whom once you dandled on your knee?
  O mighty master of a thousand schools,
  Stop teaching wisdom, or stop breeding fools.