Winter’s olden, damn-dawn fog–
Teacher glow’ring ‘mid the bog.
Earthen eyes at soulless stares:
Inmates fastened to school chairs.
Stare I back, heart stake at stanchion;
God has stated His injunction.
Do that deed I dare not mention–
Face His dread eternal truncheon.
Note: I found this deep in some records from an especially dark day at work. It may be 18 months old. I mean the good Lord no ill will. In fact, I don’t quite understand what my meaning was. Comments would be, in this entry’s case, most welcome.