all blue (a haileybury sadness)

there is a tree

in a school

it was beautiful

but grotesque

all the same

the old boys

claim it

know it

so

and the dome

they represent

i left

they say

perhaps

my feet

never tread

made ground

there

the burnt hands

of young boys

more men

then they

could ever

hope

to be

you are

mine

whether

you know

or not

whether

you understand

or not

the tree

may burn

may rot

but i

was

what once

was green

and black

and now

all blue

you are mine

too.

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