End Of Term-The Music Student Poem by Glenn Bagshaw

Loved music only echoes in review.
My hum, as tumblers turned at locker walls,
was seized-clasped like locks, never to undo-
hushed- a silence sneakered in some far hall.
Sealed every song as jammed shut all the mind,
disbanded musicians de-noting sounds;
death, you may tell it, complaining, to find
no grounds will expel it, though schools have grounds.
A truant for life, text fatally dull;
the late and class-less dunce of time;
History abridged, Math assigned to null
my English? A brief epitaph in rhyme;
my fate? By yearbook, just a little while:
dead boys framed freshness when they posed to smile.