Where is blue_lightning
? Is she as far gone
As insubstantial lightning in the air?
If so, we'll put our clothes of mourning on,
Cry bitter tears, rub ashes in our hair,
And shower Waterloo with doleful moans
'Till Dana Porter sinks a few more feet,
So goes the legend. If the cornerstone
Of project_cult_crit, august and elite,
Should be no more, how hollow will our lines
Now sound, how inexact our metaphors
Will be, our poems so dead and unrefined!
If truly she has left for calmer shores,
How unoriginal, cliched and stark
Our poems will be without dear Margaret Clark!
What? I thought this was another one of those fun writing assignments.