1: Elementary school

Grey dust settles on the stream

Where liver-laughter flows;

It finds a cunning settlement

Where now my orphan grows.

Its waxing virtuous violin

Eyes swimming with delight

Across the parched papers

A lonely figure's might.

Bereft of stony acres

Shadows cross the shattered beams

Land on the molding threads

Tying desperate, screaming seams.

The elbow leant against it,

The wispy window sill,

Where birds have flown apreying

And kids have pushed to kill.

The bell afar is ringing

I know it's not for me;

Its scaly claws reach out

Towards the stony sea.

In moisturized eyes are mirrors

They tell a different kind,

A beating and a ringing,

Inside a hooded mind.

I see it all before me

The leaden, dusty sky

Fallen upon boxes

Reaching ever so high.

Black ghoulish eyes awatching

From across the yard to my tears

I lay adreaming hazily

Of elementary school years.