Kindergarten

Now children, the world is round, 
and full of many hands to hold. 
There is darkness on the edge of town, 
the sun is honey-sweet and gold.

Mrs. Price was an enormous angel,
and made a bowl of stars out of our innocence.
It just occurred to me to wonder
how angels bear light in complete darkness.

They have a strong heart, that much we know,
and one could say that it beats a long while.
Yet even polar bears starve in the snow,
and even light will starve in a trillion miles.

Mrs. Price herself is probably dust,
and the world has all but starved my innocence.
Foolishly I look for a science of the heart.
Mrs. Price knew we were too young for that.

Always and ever, you must try to be good, 
even when others are mean. 
Say a prayer for the beast at the ending of the wood, 
for he suffers from being so lean.