Curriculum

A poem

“Knowledge, my young colleagues,
is the shortest distance
between two points,
and the truth is flat –

that is why we talk round,
otherwise they’ll set out
with their shiny faces
from point A – here – 

trailing those useless
clouds of glory,
and, if not detoured
round the picturesque

side-streets of circumlocution,
they’ll keep going package, straight
through the Benidorms of time,
to point B – over there – 

and fall off the edge
of a life that’s flat,
and spin like spent spaceships
all over the ruddy place!”