|Oil in a pan by Hilary|
...twenty seven dead
& i've been
pulled from the classroom
'we know your background
& have one we need you to work with, he
may be a threat.'
the marbled emerald faux leather seat
sinks a bit deeper beneath my weight
in an awkward half hug from behind,
the sweat scent of the last kid that sat here
the wood desk littered with paperwork;
permission slips, detention referrals,
behavioral plans, ungraded papers & education
fits somewhere, the diploma on the wall acknow-
ledges it, a row of books full of the newest
ideas on how to make it work (or at least
get them to pass the state test) & a plastic plant
in the corner droops oblivious
no shell casings, yet
'we'll get you a walkie talkie just in case,
and when he goes off, and he will...
a three inch folder in the third drawer
of the metal file cabinet carries a secret
history of where we've been & where
we go from here is
twenty eight dead as i walk the line
between educator & bodyguard, with
only 1200 kids to cover all at once,
not knowing which one might be pulling
the trigger next
a bird lands on the window sill
brown with orange breast, eyes us,
curious perhaps---the clock hand
falls hard into the new minute---
it flits off---gone---the bell rings
for class change
let's do this.'
'Class, today we're learning...'
Over at dVerse Poets, I am tending pub tomorrow & we are talking about the use of detail to set a scene or create a character. I also have some incredible macro-photos from my friend Hilary that you can use as well that give some great detail (i will write another just for you Hilary to one of the pics). I included one just to get your brains turning. I will open the doors at 3 pm EST.
Well I am posting way early, still reeling from the events today...feeling for the families of the kids...listening to the kids talk about their experiences...I dunno what to say really other than to just pray for the families and wonder at how we got here.