homework

qtrhorserider is taking the bar exam. I'm across the street in the state law library in the state capitol building, doing homework. Not Windows Programming homework - I'll worry about that over spring break next week (though there's a test tomorrow afternoon I'll want to do review for before then) - World Lit homework. Yesterday I wrote two pages on Gilman's The Yellow Wallpaper in compensation for missing the discussion in class today. Today I'm working on the term paper due Friday, for which we're to write a one-page Romantic poem or short story (quality optional) and then spend four pages describing why it's Romantic. This is my poem.

The clerk sits in the C.O.'s tent and pushes papers through.
No soldier's loss or doctor's lack escapes his process (due).

The wounds, the deaths, the lives undone when not just whisked away
Reduced to words, or numbers, are. That's where his duties lay.

The doctors do the best they can the horrors to defray.
No doctor, he. To him it falls to log, not save, the day.

An envelope to headquarters he folds the war into.
Then goes out to the crates in back and feeds those in his zoo.