The Book

Here words are laid out in a shadow market.
There is no one left to hold their hands,
so they pretend they are okay
being abandoned.
They tell themselves
it must be a school.
They look at each other’s
faces, new pupils.
The teacher is gone
now, anything can
happen. Also,
a chalkboard
is covered
in ghosts
the eraser
missed.

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