A Pantoum

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Ethan Talbert

I thought that I was finished—I was wrong.
A Headache night, a little sleep, a hurried day.
Classes never ended, a week that lasted long—
Waiting eagerly to eat and drink and play.

A headache night, a little sleep, a hurried day
Became my accepted practice all the time.
Waiting eagerly to eat and drink and play,
Had hardened like a plaster in my crime,

Became accepted practice all the time.
Had no time to seek, no time to read.
Had hardened like a plaster in my crime.
Loved the consequences of my greed.

I had no time to seek, no time to read.
A bright computer worked the best.
Loved the consequences of my greed.
I didn’t wake up early like the rest.

A bright computer worked the best.
Can’t say my life was good.
I didn’t wake up early like the rest.
I didn’t really care for food.

Can’t say my life was good—
Actually, it fell apart.
I didn’t really care for food.
Not sure I had a heart.

Actually, it fell apart.
I could only cry.
Not sure I had a heart.
I wanted to die.

I could only cry.
It wasn’t painless— it felt just like a flame.
I wanted to die.
I bowed my head right there, took the blame.

It wasn’t painless— it felt just like a flame.
Classes had ended. The week had lasted long.
I bowed my head right there, took the blame.
I thought that I was finished—I was wrong.

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