Endlösung

The more you read the more it’s words -

A brute compulsion to collect the facts,

Segregate learning from disgust.

Feeling too much in the classroom now,

Resenting the ego we fought over,

Trying in vain to catch behind the eyes

The number of the beast.

In your eyes I see a light undoused

(Fervid hygiene cannot cleanse the soul).

A tricky thing is how theirs dimmed but never left,
On bad days even shone beyond a frost, a club, a yelp.