free verse
work
A unison of sirens shrieked without hesitation or hindrance. A unison of school-children rose from their beds, past their confused parents, past their pessimistic pets, past the precious perusal of pompous processed food, into the prevailing arms of their desk, their notebooks, their computer The pained presence of their computers lighted pressed them into their chairs. Pens poured valleys of Prussian blue, words came to life but the children pressed on, and continued to work to work to work.
