Lesson Clocks Poem by John Sensele

Lesson Clocks



Biceps flee the teacher's world where concepts
Spring into action and time spent outside
The classroom swamps lesson time and pumps precepts
Inherent in teaching and learning processes inside
Which yields society's human capital and fields cogs
Met in industrial wheels, hills, mills and deals that power
Global focal economic inputs and outputs beyond fogs
Seen and unseen in GDP lumber that number crunchers scour
On surfaces and faces that denigrate the crate of the teacher's
Thankless job misunderstood by stooge lightweights
With no iota of long hours more than the flour in a preacher's
Sacrifice to churn out sermons on doubts and fights
Endured by lone teachers and preachers who extract blood from rocks
Where other folks give up when chiming and mining are lesson clocks.

Monday, June 6, 2016
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John Sensele

John Sensele

Ndola, Zambia
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