there came a messenger once
in august it was
early september late in the afternoon
his horse
sweat lathered and panting he rode
through the archway to the front
doors the heavy oak doors to our priviledge
he brought instruction for besserer
charles’ armies had occupied
stuttgart it was pillaged and burned
ulm was taxed into destitution and submission
when others of his classmates
here had returned to their families while most
had left the university had left wittenberg to find
ripe crops in the fields to hire themselves out
besserer was instructed to remain
he was instructed to eat
idled into reading
he read himself into boredom
he was bored into a search
a finding of things to clean
things to repair things to paint
all through that season he laboured at
waiting for instruction to arrive
that he should return home to bernstadt
there came a messenger once
About Me
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