DREAM POEM TWO
-
Des Dillon (U.K.)
A
badly behaved pupil
“One
to be watched.”
They
said, was stuffing my
bag
with stolen toilet rolls
and
tins of something of value
due
to Covid nineteen.
It
was an act if love
because
I treated him as human.
The
class was at the top of a high rickety ladder
in
an Oliver Twist Faganesque attic
although
we were in modern times.
I
hid my bag of stolen stuff
away
from the Head and climbed
but
it wobbled, the ladder, and I was very afraid.
“How
do the pupils do this every day?” I thought.
When
I reached the top I was naked
and
hunting for clothes
or
at least a blanket before anyone saw me.
And
in the class, dressed in a dusty oldflour-sack they were laughing.
And
when the boy who was one to be watched
laughed,
I
laughed too.
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