Legacy
At the old farmhouse
A bunch of kids drop by
Actual fans
We start work on a
Giant assemblage when
One of them comes in
And says Tekla’s outside
Yeah?
She won’t get out of the car
Really?
I walk out and climb in
She’s just sitting there
And won’t look at me
I want you to stop
Writing about me
She says finally
Oh, come on
I say
And give her my
Usual rap about
My work being
Her immortality
She argues saying
My students will
Be my legacy
Oh, come on
I say
They’re going to die
Too