My first try at freeverse poetry

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At the Judge Rotenberg Center
with their art deco morgue
my friends and I rot together in solidarity
without ever having spoken to each other.


The staff at my school
with their white rags hiding their weapons
patrol the corridors
and classrooms
and restrooms
and offices
and bedrooms
and kitchens
and living rooms
and sitting rooms
and the Big Reward Store
and the contract store
and the cafeteria
and the staff rooms
and the parking lots
and the basketball courts
and the walking trail
and the garden
and the swimming pools
and the home theatres
and the auditorium
and the conference rooms
and the dining rooms
and the entranceways
and the closets
and the local malls
and the local restaurants
and the local stores
and the local banks
and the local churches
and the streets.



They were once us, and now they were them, and later we are supposed to be them. They are teaching us to peck down, rather than peck back. It's what we are supposed to do. It's the socially acceptable behavior. We will have our turn to peck when we are adults and know that the adults are allowed to peck us but we're not allowed to peck them.

I like it.