through wooden double doors,
like walking through a time machine
but destination not set back to a date of great significance
ot time nor place that might spark important controversial
ot science nor religion defied
ot the place great historians rigorously and brutally debate over
inside text books and universities
o
these wooden doors
cracked and sullen, fat from their lonley years of humidity and quiet as the tree they came from
popped the cork of a tragic day