the sound collector

a ghost called this morning

at servite school this day

put every sound into box

and carried them away

the tapping on the desk

the beeping of the bell

the zipping of the blinds

the bang when someone fell

the ripping of the velcro

the flicking of the pages

chatting of the children

of all differant ages

the chanting of the children

the flushing of the chain

the clicking of the rulers

drives the teacher insane

a ghost called this morning

he didnt leave his name

left us only silence

life will never be the same