We were
the teachers then;
teachers sure we were then,
and our territory was the classroom.
But
they were not our rats,
the victims of our experiments;
they were the co-inquirers, and
we inquired into, and sought hints
to solve this complex riddle of life:
how we come on to this stage
crawling and wriggling in fours,
and then
dance in twos swinging our wings,
and leave the floor relying all our weight,
(maybe lightened weight by dancing,)
on three
fleshless, lifeless, crooked
sticks.
Copyright © August 26, 2019, Newton Ranaweera
Image source: Pixabay
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