Prompt:

This takes work Love, be free Smashing on the rocks Teacher She Linger here, consider the sacred The smoke sounds the arrival of Love’s Matter To do the work, to face the walls She resounds with scars that know the talk Mother sits with her broken baby heart Mother here She has none. But for the light of Country’s dance Fallen into the layers’ land Where a calm ear Talks to the soft light skin “You will remember how to sing” He rocks push up through the floor And taken babies’ hope for more Reaching out To become teachers in these rooms The smoke came back to claim them Institutions, the children’s Homes Mothers not bond for the lost ones Go together Could be trapped inside the room forever Wanting to believe And believe I can’t remember the dream She has none What’s my place within the school? Within the questions, within the rules? The silence reveals a critical mind Becoming from erased To inscribed