I want to say it is urban legend.
that kid they say roams the halls
muttering The Waste Land under his breath.
his dissertation a Carthage in his eyes.
perhaps you had one at your school.
perhaps you waited one day, all
day, outside the door to Philosophy in Literature
in Film, undoubtedly Flaubert over and over and over.
I want to say it isn’t true. that they found him,
sitting upright, nude, in the campus
reflecting pool one night of a full moon.
keith anthony francese
3.3.2015
