his loosely laced shoes worn only for a laugh.
A girl, Mandy, tugged his pants,
and held his hand for a while.
His black eyes, crossed
in front of empty space,
lost focus for a considerable time.
I was
the newest statue in this room,
a substitute for a particular lady
who had escaped on her teacher broom.
the newest statue in this room,
a substitute for a particular lady
who had escaped on her teacher broom.
I read
the history instructions she provided:
A map of our world, their home planet,
damn it, damn it, damn it,
not an insignificant map; not poison gas
or a strange path to an essay museum.
There's Vietnam, I pointed out,
and Mao's mainland China,
and Formosa,
which I mentioned in reference to
a Mr. Peanut
who was angrily tossed at the blackboard,
fell to the floor,
then crossed a narrow strait to his island.
I leaned on the blue podium which reeked of tedium
but it held my weight
while
the tin soldier killed me with his lame jokes.
the tin soldier killed me with his lame jokes.
He was missing a prominent front tooth.
A lopsided smile, mostly.
But his classmates saw him as a stud;
a teacher denier!
He held their attention.
They ignored the map.
Their voices like lead balloons,
crashed into insignificance,
while I grasped at straws.
Their future was a warning bell soon to ring,
It rang!! They quickly emptied the room.
and That's All Folks!
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