A theater classroom
Twenty one rows of black chairs and elbow-sized desks
Arranged like terraces on a hill.
Roast coffee wafts into the artificial cosmos
Lit by florescent rays
That polish the surfaces of open pages.
Sweaty athletes arch and stretch
Perfumed dolls sit primly
Eyes look into space.
Faces slump on palms,
Heads dip into laps
Where technology blinks cryptic messages.
On the stage
A lone wolf howls in the darkness
He offers a weighty sermon
That no one hears.
