X.(Brief Article)(Poem)

 
X 
 
X is dominant--and fatal. She remembers this 
From a poem she read once, in a classroom 
Where a shaft of light illuminated dust motes 
Levitating over the forehead of a bust of Plato. 
But by the teacher's desk, on the blackboard, X 
Was the unknown. They found these ideas stunning-- 
She, Marie, George, and the others--as if knowledge 
Were a dangerous mystery. And it was. 
But at least there was a classroom. Now 
There is …