Cyrano
de Bergerac {Edmond Rostand}
Lessons
flow from Cyrano.
I
would, I could be him.
He’d
brook no blow from crass ego
from
those who injured at a whim.
He’d
draw his sword upon wrong word
to
still the haughty tongue.
He’d
state in rhyme what was the crime
and
after the poem...he stung.
Although
his heart was filled with love,
Roxane
had wed a man who died.
A
loosed log rained death from above...
last
words divulged her spouse had lied.
Oh
Cyrano! I do, like you,
use
lines that flow within my heart
to
send a message to imbue
that
bullies must not fear impart.
But
I use quill instead of sword
and
pray ink drowns them in each word.
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