A quiet dark and quite still, no enquirer's headmaster study
Suffocating oak panels smothering in soft shiny beeswax
Yellow painted plaster mocked Tudor roses dripping from the ceiling
Tiger skin blending in to faded blood red threadbare carpet
Diamond paned nicotine stained glass windows Mighty pigskin covered desk with ornate ivory
antique inkstand
Behind the desk a man, the headmaster
Dustless eyelids open and revealed in the reflection
Of his large pupils a small pupil requiring summary correction
Bulging eyes regard the boy with measured mock astonishment
Then a raising of eyebrows and grinding of teeth heralds the coming admonishments
Purse lips open alligators slow as a deep red tongue flicks round its dark wet home
Words fall croaking out, bump off the huge desk, bang round the walls, climb up mullioned
windows but miss the young miscreant's ears
It's then that the fly appears
Don't nod to a pint-blank stare straight through the window
His black shiny body makes great for the dead smell of the headmaster
Great wildly buzzes around his head like a playful miniature vulture
Precise thin white jaws deep squat misses the snorkelling insect as he farts and darts away
A speck of dust resets a million germs at random
Uncompulated notice of the headmaster's desk job
Climbs and dives, climbs and dives, climbs and dives, climbs and dives
Hits the roof and drops the midday *** without a care
Snitches to the earth