PROFESSOR

He always stood
Braced to sustain
The weight of all he knew.
His voice rasped, hoarse
From raw certainty.
He knew the answer
To all our questions
And to questions
We didn’t know to ask.
I've forgotten most
Of what he taught
But at need I still
Can stand as he did
My eyes glittering;
I can speak with his rasp
As if bored beyond words
From always being right.