A quiet dark and quite still, no enquirer's headmaster studySuffocating oak panels smothering in soft shiny beeswaxYellow painted plaster mocked Tudor roses dripping from the ceilingTiger skin blending in to faded blood red threadbare carpetDiamond paned nicotine stained glass windows Mighty pigskin covered desk with ornate ivoryantique inkstandBehind the desk a man, the headmasterDustless eyelids open and revealed in the reflectionOf his large pupils a small pupil requiring summary correctionBulging eyes regard the boy with measured mock astonishmentThen a raising of eyebrows and grinding of teeth heralds the coming admonishmentsPurse lips open alligators slow as a deep red tongue flicks round its dark wet homeWords fall croaking out, bump off the huge desk, bang round the walls, climb up mullionedwindows but miss the young miscreant's earsIt's then that the fly appearsDon't nod to a pint-blank stare straight through the windowHis black shiny body makes great for the dead smell of the headmasterGreat wildly buzzes around his head like a playful miniature vulturePrecise thin white jaws deep squat misses the snorkelling insect as he farts and darts awayA speck of dust resets a million germs at randomUncompulated notice of the headmaster's desk jobClimbs and dives, climbs and dives, climbs and dives, climbs and divesHits the roof and drops the midday *** without a careSnitches to the earth