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The whole Division lay
abed
a blanket stretched out on the gleaming wood
rose and was carried through the air
quite unsupported floated neatly to a halt
outside the bog–room door.
The doorknob turned
and every boy felt terror in his heart
waiting for Podmore to step through
the darkness of the doorway
from the pit of lime in which he lies.
The skies were moonlit and an errant wind
howled around fluting corners caterwauling.
Some boys lay frozen, others buried heads
under wool blankets, clenched their eyes
wished the other world of mind would go away.
The kid from Cardiff rose, folded the blanket
refused to go on with the experiment. |
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