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