A Scholar's Work

A scholar’s work can never be complete,

    For by its restless nature it will yearn

    To travel far beyond mortal concerns,

To capture the abstract with the concrete.

The world will always offer reams replete

    With brisk experience: The seas that churn,

    The breathing earth, the trickster suns that burn;

The scholar’s drums shall permanently beat

Onwards towards the next fruitful conquest,

    But when each takes their prisoners of war,

As ancient Romans did when they progressed,

    All captured things, from sky to lowly shore

Shall gain free reign, and never be oppressed,

    And made dear friend as both look on for more.

June 27