The kids knew they were really seeing something
On their territory at recess in their school
two angry men in suits faced off against each other
Someone had padlocked the basketball gate exit
A dark bearded man thrust a microphone
at the other, torpedoing questions
at the clean-shaven, older other, as he emerged
from his chauffeur driven car and slammed
the passenger door before retreating
through milling students, face a mask
of mock control, leaving his driver
to reverse the car slowly over asphalt
Hit him, hit him, a refrain picked up
because this is where such a level
of hostility led in the kids’ experience
Then Channel 7 reporters were there
If you think, clean shaven huffed to camera
as he shuffled towards the head’s office,
that I lack, pace pace, courage, he continued,
pace, pace, you’re very much, pace, mistaken
and he was gone, into the bowels of D wing
bw
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