This poem was written as an exercise after studying Robert Browning’s “My Last Duchess”. Our goal was to mimic the gradual revelation of an untrustworthy narrator, and my roommate suggested the image of a deranged scientist lecturing a room of corpses who had died by his hand. While writing this - particularly after transposing it into a school setting - I wondered vaguely if the subject matter would injure my aspirations of classroom teaching.
So far, so good, but I’m not famous yet…
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