In the school: <br />Echoes of bleach- pitifully superficial <br />Holocaust <br />Of adolescent fanfare the busses bring here: <br />Children come here <br />And they are lost- from class to class: <br />What brings them? They have no <br />Will to learn, <br />But they giddy up through the turnstiles <br />With youth to burn: <br />And I watch them matriculate from <br />Copper state to bronze- <br />The airplanes don’t even pretend to brush them: <br />The airplanes leap across the canals <br />These children don’t even think to leap across: <br />The greatest angels burn their <br />Fuselages across the milkweeds and the puss willows: <br />The pilots are taking their stewardesses into <br />The bosoms of the mountains, <br />Populated with wildflowers and honey due: <br />To make love <br />Far above the mindless heads of the children <br />In their hopeless schools of every afternoon.<br /><br />Robert Rorabeck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-their-hopeless-schools/
