Blackbirds shone out her ears
And she shook rosy apples
From her hair.
Cross-legged she sat
Reading Sartre
Aloud
To a crowd of six year old
Bewildered, blue-eyed boys.
Existential nihilism
is nonsense, she said,
and anyway,
the old man was cock eyed.
Rimbaud Dee
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sartre-s-eyes/
