At his mahogany desk
constructing a standardized test,
calipers dangle from the wall
like lynched relics.
An unconscious numerologist,
he avoids six and embraces seven.
His bookcase to the right
stuffed with titles by
Murray, Attenborough,
and Flynn is dusted
by a servant whose name
he never recalls.
Her dark face
entails an occult
erasure.
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