LXXXVIII: The Very Elect

The best of all the students took a quiz.

They only had their consciences for notes.

The test would be the highest one their is,

and so they took their seats and doffed their coats.

They took their pens in hand and read their lines,

and some, bemused, screwed up their faces, stumped.

For only one sole question was assigned,

but one which had their brightest scholars thumped.

It wasn’t hard to answer, not for some.

It wasn’t in a subject of renown.

The answer true, regardless of where from,

but caused their best and brightest souls to frown.

“Would you allow a precious soul to die

if thence all wants and wishes you could buy?”