When I teach,
I take my students’ heads,
throw them to the ground,
and crack open their skulls.
I pour in the elixir:
a concoction of reflection, analysis, and action.
I grab the matchbox labeled “idea”
Fire bursts from their minds into the sky.
When my work is done,
I pack up my instruments
and screw their skulls on tight.
There’s more work to be done