Class Is Now In Session

He writes a message on a blackboard.

She writes a message on a blackboard.

They both write on the same blackboard.

Chalk dust overlaps the previous entrenched canals

From chapters of artists who have came and went.

He and She have been gone for years.

They never intend to come back.

They have no need to.

             pointless.

A Knight, a night.

The eyes sink deep into its skull

(like)

Stones cast into an unblemished lake.

The hands are quick to react

(yet)

Sluggish to deliver. 

Shrieking pangs of silence fly

(by)

 Its crooked ears.

Insomniacs everywhere scoff

(and)

Call it an asshole.

Galloping through your world, you

(are)

unaware of the chronicles of immortality.