Titans… a poem

TITANS

Sardonically, he responded to the teacher.

In trepidation, she returned his gaze.

Dysphoric, was the entire classroom,

As they watched these antagonists on display.

 

His was a lusus naturae,

And she was providential of marms.

Mistrustful, was his admonition

When she queried the tattoos on his arms.

 

Meaningless, was his explanation

As he felt he owed her nothing at all.

Permit me at least a panacea,

For the diction, they pose is at fault.

 

Cynically, he quibbled her judgment,

But alas, in his mind was a light.

Indignation, boiled in the realization

That in this, the teacher was right!