IN THAT SEA OF DESKS

Clenching two days travel between my teeth
I perched on an empty desk in that sea
of desks a hundred or more of those
hungry inkwells sucking at shadows

in that lifeless classroom where the bell
expelled one last ring and the long board
long wiped clean holds only ghosts
of how things added up or names

famous or merely naughty or shifty
how fitting the flag hung down up center
where the last teacher to stand on that spot
beamed up or bled down through those 13 stripes

of red and white to that field of stars
oh say can you see there's no ceiling
in heaven no spit wads or notes
passed blindly hand to hand

while here on earth the founding fathers
framed like a recent photograph
look hard into the room for the living
ah what's the use I wanted to come here

now there's no one else to blame
no point yelling or even hunkering down
cynically thinking about the children
I had a thought that drove me here

and now it's gone I'm seeing over there
my dad looking out the window
and the brother in the brown cassock
fingering a rope belt giving him the eye