Friday, 22 June 2012

‘A Horrific Mistake’

I remember the days
of the old CSE
and classrooms with
not enough chairs.
Each class had a Jason,
a Kerry, a Kyle:
you could see
their crushed hopes
and inhale their despair.

I remember the hours
with Lennie and George,
and Curly and Candy and Slim.
The road to Salinas
was never so long,
nor the outcomes
so sure or so grim.

In static rows
with heads like sieves,
they would sit at our behest
while we sloshed
in the gravy, lumps and all;
and, frankly,
just hoped for the best.

 It’s true now and then
they’d grow restless;
when they’d lift up
their voices as one;
but, mostly, they did
what we told them to do.
You might say
that we loaded
the gun.

© Abigail Wyatt

Return Of O-levels As GCSEs 'Face Axe'

Abigail is one of the three founding members of the Red River Poets. The latter will be appearing at the Heartlands Project in Cornwall, 29th September, as part of 100 Thousand Poets for Change.