English II

A collusion of morning smells, stifled conversations
And near foreign dangerous bodies
We cram like sky borne birds in a cage
To soar up in the building's entrails and are lifted omnipotently
To where we learn of soaring skylarks.

Once in two weeks perhaps excitement will take root
At some phrase that moves on packed still faces,
A running unrestrained thing short circuiting
The fuse wire network of pre-supposed boredom
Causing the hills to move as giants and threaten.

But for most lecturers eyes have swallowed the clock
And it minutes away the poetry periods heart beat
In a jumbled tip of quotations that passes as knowledge
Sitting uncongealed on our middle class lives
Always hinting of an absolute to empty our belly.—M.C.R.