The Mark Of A Good Chemistry Teacher

He speaks with Cuprous
Enunciation, he intones
With simmering Selenide
Gestures, flighty and heavy
As Lead, he is fluid
Cobalt, Mercury in a silvered

He breathes like
Platinum, soft and Pewter
Eyes reflecting dull tin,
He puts Varnish on disinterested
Gold-metal expressions

Scratching pens,
Compounded ink and oxygen
Clicking, of well-worn nickel
And suddenly there is a Sodium and Water

And his platinum voice starts
To oxidize into Something that makes
A somewhat
Neon Sense.

He motions to the Table
The Gold-metal children suddenly--