There's a Moratorium on Field Trips

Billy stood there, awestruck
Mouth agape, evolved-from-ape.
Notblinking, notmoving.
Stan, well he just hit himself
And hit himself, and hit himself
Neverstopping, neversmiling.
Bernard laughed
And laughed, and laughed.
There’s something wrong with Bernard
My lawyer tells me, my father tells me too.
So does the old lady next door.
Everyone thinks there’s something wrong with Bernard.
Marvin shouted, and shouted,

and shouted.

It was a C sharp, I think.
Antoine smiled and wept,

smiled and wept.

Johann stared too, but fists flew

at Davey’s face.

They tell me that Theodore locked himself in the janitor’s
Closet.
I’d rather not go looking for him.

The slaughterhouse is a horrible place for a field trip.