In the middle of HistoryThe school house was collapsed by sound.
Stripped of our souls and clothes
Teacher leads into the outside,
Which is as simple was stepping over the rubble.
Hell rages around us; scents of flesh and wood rise into the air.
On a field trip
We line up single-file.
Teacher raises her hand-follow me-
I obey; the order is not to be questioned.
The skin from my forearms is gone
Flesh whisked into the atmosphere with the flames.
The school is gone
Into the ground where from where it became.
We pass two students from another academy
They stand without moving, they are burned worse than I
We attempt to pause, but Teacher shoots her hand into the air
We stand at attention, and We Follow.
2 comments:
hunter, i found it interesting that you stripped your piece of the kind of emotion that lifton + mitchell's idea of "psychic numbing" represses. the teacher and her students almost seem robotic...even in the middle of ensuing chaos and melting flesh.
It's what I was going for- the sterness of Imperial Japan
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