School: Banchory Academy, Aberdeenshire
Why did you die?
No warm lights
To make the children’s section glow.
No reparo! can return what we’ve lost
No tales to discover
Of a caterpillar eating through a leaf.
Excalibur has rusted in its sheath,
No more the shine of terrible teeth.
No whispering anymore.
Your eyes a void-like abyss
The tempest plasters the final poster
To your shattered window.
People walk by,
A wizard, a king, an all-knowing entity,
A house, a palace, a brilliant singularity,
A white whale, a dragon, a splendid menagerie
A place to be.
Why were you not up to speed?
Replaced by the land of
fast fast fast
Where silent voices go
chat chat chat
All that matters is the invite to the group.
All that matters is the perfect image.
All that matters are the hollow follows.
I miss you.
The Last Reader.