This poem was thought about yesterday, which was day 19 of the month of poetry. I took the photo the day before yesterday, which was after the early morning arson attack on Balaklava High School. This was my son’s school, and it hurts me that someone would do this. It hurts so many people, this mindless stupidity.


School Holidays

The school stinks of stupidity

darkened remnants of one building

and the drama block

with blackened  signs

of this night-time


Why burn a demolished building?

Why burn anything like this?


Did the arsonist

enjoy this dramatic interlude?

The school community didn’t.