Let it burn
them and us
the teachers
school rules
hair too long
Mr Auld’s divinity class
a man on his own
with a smart little MG
and a cottage in Portrush
where he takes some
boys not me
they say he was a reverend
relaxed openminded classes
but such a useless subject
Gauguin’s La Source
hung in his old gloomy room
before he moved upstairs
to round tables bright
that old room was where
I was going to burn
the school
down
candle in a saucer
petrol sloshed about