Monday, September 05, 2016

​Teacher, teacher…

The old man
on the wall,
he grins,
he grins at the
young man 
on the cross.

Teachers, both,
displayed on a trophy wall
of a school
meant for life.
But a school built
for barter, banter,
and grey matter takes over
the small matter —
a young mind.

I left teaching,
in haste,
avoiding the crucifix,
a little beyond
a church tower that
rings school bells.