Prose Poem: The Professor Comments

PEDANTRY
I was a village elder- the Bard, you might say, of the tribe. I kept track of customs, taboos, rites. I could tell you what was superstition and what wasn't- I knew the history, who was related to who and by what parent. And I could recite more than a thousand lines of traditional poetry dating back to the time we walked out of the desert.
Then this Professor came along. He was a teacher of poetry, he said, at a big University.
He taught the science of poetry.
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