The instruments <br />of Maths <br /> <br />scattered <br /> <br />here... <br />a protractor <br /> <br />by degrees <br /> <br />measuring an impossibility of... <br /> <br />there... <br />a ruler <br /> <br />lost in the distance <br /> <br />both compass & divider <br />lie beside her <br /> <br />an inky chewed eraser <br /> <br />a packed lunch <br />still intact <br /> <br />flouresent pink - covered <br />in hearts and flowers <br /> <br />customary schoolgirl <br />'stuff' <br /> <br />the same name <br />again & again <br /> <br />now obsessively hidden within <br />now blazoned forth <br /> <br />in each heart <br />with a flourish <br /> <br />new mobile <br />(face cracked) <br />with new ringtone <br /> <br />LADY GAGA. <br /> <br />the car <br />stripped of its speed <br /> <br />tame beside her <br /> <br />blood invisible <br />on its redness. <br /> <br />A sobbing escaping <br />the gathered crowd <br /> <br />like an innocent balloon <br />escaping the hand of a child.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-instruments-of-maths-for-scarlet/
