

SchoolchildrenLike Corn ---- antipastoSchoolchildren
Like corn, The children sit, planted in rows, Swaying to and fro, to and fro, Absorbing acrid raindrops From the woman With asphalt hands.
Their sun- Burnt skin and tousled hair betray An affair with the God of Play, Who alone understands The needs of their Pent-up hearts.
They grow Unruly and cry for release From paper chains and hardback seats. The schoolmarm clacks her ruler, And with a gravel voice Calls the class
To attention.
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