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Late Victorian School

Upper window frames
gave Olympian gods purchase,
a base to somersault
against cobalt blue glass
above fearful faces
compelled to propel
rickety bones
through passable parodies
of balancing elegance,
then roll over mats
they wished were black holes,
vanishing points on polished wood floors.
The Gods turned their backs
on the grey worn cobbled streets stacked below.
Factory, church, tied terraces shadowed life.
The school hall emptied,
someone sighed into silence,
suffocating air stalled
in a distant classroom.
A teacher mused while pale pupils
chanted mantras of knowledge
they will never need or use.

20 Jul 10

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Very neat images
 — psychofemale

 — larrylark