Exclusion
Posted: Sat Sep 14, 2002 12:54 pm
I wrote this poem one afternoon when I was on duty in the exclusion room in a secondary school. This room contained a number of pupils who had been sent out of their classes for varying misdemeanours.
That particular afternoon the mix of pupils was not good.
In fact they sat at their desks with an air of arrogance.
No talking, no communicating, all facing forward
towards me...their resident host for the afternoon.
This particular afternoon required all my skills as an educator (or captor) of children.
I started to write on a blank piece of paper. They thought I was jotting down their names for future evidence and prosecution
This poem is the outcome. It will not go down in the great annals of great poetry but it kept my sanity for that moment in time. I think the background to the poem is as important.
They never saw it but it served it's purpose on that day
I sit in exclusion
staring
into the abyss
that masquerades
as the next generation.
Removed from their place of learning
they contemplate
their next move.
I deny that right.
The strategy for conflict
hangs heavy
for there is no remorse.
I sit in exclusion
staring.
(apologies to those same pupils who are now, probably, model citizens who help old ladies to cross roads
)
Pete

That particular afternoon the mix of pupils was not good.

In fact they sat at their desks with an air of arrogance.

No talking, no communicating, all facing forward
towards me...their resident host for the afternoon.

This particular afternoon required all my skills as an educator (or captor) of children.

I started to write on a blank piece of paper. They thought I was jotting down their names for future evidence and prosecution

This poem is the outcome. It will not go down in the great annals of great poetry but it kept my sanity for that moment in time. I think the background to the poem is as important.
They never saw it but it served it's purpose on that day

I sit in exclusion
staring
into the abyss
that masquerades
as the next generation.
Removed from their place of learning
they contemplate
their next move.
I deny that right.
The strategy for conflict
hangs heavy
for there is no remorse.
I sit in exclusion
staring.
(apologies to those same pupils who are now, probably, model citizens who help old ladies to cross roads

Pete