The Classroom

Class. A mistake. I came to learn, but my attendance is only for credit. Where's the knowledge? The teacher's assistant slouches over a packet of papers. The classroom full of inanimate bodies. The TA spitting questions. The students sit in appearance of sorrow. No answers. Chins down, hands in laps. It feels like I'm back in Catholic grade school. Information dancing about the room with no mind to jive with. Silence lurks. But in stillness there's still something. Words spoken without anything being said. The room is dead though very much alive. Chins down, hands in laps, minds on phones.