Educating Archly Poem by Mary Champion

It came to me; the Voice,
To explain our predicament.
‘You see', it whispered,
‘You are all congenital dreamers
Who could find the whole of reality
Within yourselves.
But you would not understand it.
To understand reality,
You must translate it into material terms.
So I sent you to school.
I chained your feet to the floor
And fixed your eyes to the front.
I posed all the apparent questions
And whipped you for a wrong answer.'

It sniggered evilly; the Voice
And drawled laconically,
‘Now that you have all the answers
I shall ask the real questions.'