Quack

I’ve gone to meet the Lord, and she is black.
(I’d heard it said before.)  And any phrase
That might invoke the passing of his days
Is hardly worth the effort giving back
If it is all sobriety and weight.
“You know that he was not a righteous man,”
Referring, there, to Jesus – so began
The first of many teachings, or debate
On Luther, or The Brothers, or, alas,
On skipping class for women (it was not
As awful as suggested).  When he taught.
I listened.  I had thought to raise a glass
In recognition ere his final bow,
But hesitance would never that allow.
For all his words are far too sober now.