Exams

Arrivng late at the exam hall, As if getting to a battle spent - After medics had packaged the bodies Rags and tissues and broken bits Remain And time stands, pauses and air Takes stock - deciding what next. The silence almost whispered and echoed Throwing into relief the scratching and tumbling of chairs. Arriving at the exam hall late A window ajar, pivoted idly. Small scrapes of metal and the cooling waft into the empty space. A chair untucked by some Grateful youth into freedom. A picture askew - some uncaring Shoulder barge. Beyond blue walls sounds of play After day And me here, late, alone A fly trapped in amber.