His downcast eyes,
"They could have been
my brothers and sisters".
And a moment did cry out yesterday in my head while I was invigilating, but it never made it to the computer. Here it is:
Invigilators
We stand spaced apart
like the points of a starfish,
180 children between us
heads bent in concentration
but one, staring ahead, just staring,
pen untouched on the desk.
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