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Poems written by students

jeudi 10 novembre 2011 par Marie-Laure CONAN

Poems written by students from the Première S1, inspired by Matthew Sweeney’s poem "Fishbones Dreaming"

A man lay in a special bed,
He was the main character
Of a death by injection.

He didn’t like to be this way.
He shut his eyes and dreamed back

Back to when he was in prison
He was washing clothes
He was breaking stones.

He didn’t like to be this way.
He shut his eyes and dreamed back.

Back to when he was in an apartment,
He had just shot a family,
A few minutes later he had been arrested by the police.

He didn’t like to be this way.
He shut his eyes and dreamed back.

Back to when he was walking with his wife,
A car hit her and killed her,
He wasn’t any more the person he was.

He didn’t like to be this way.
He shut his eyes and dreamed back.

Back to when he had just met his wife,
He was walking in the street,
They’d been to the restaurant and they lived together.

He liked to be this way.
He dreamed hard to try and stay here.

M. B.

Chicken lay in an old plate
He bathed in a horrible juice
Is he retracing his small existence
Close to the end ?
Knelt in the hen roost, he can see himself on the death row
Ears hear a strange noise coming from the slaughterhouse
Near death, he looked terrified.

He didn’t like to be this way
He shut his eyes and dreamed back.

Chicken life is changing now
He often sees men in white coat
In, coming to the cell of disinfection
Cold like the other guess in the waiting room of death
Kooks are the humans who try to disinfect chicken
Eager to sterilize the world but
Nothing can survive without germs.

He didn’t like to be this way
He shut his eyes and dreamed back.

C. M. & J-B. G.

Some gas was burning and exploding
In the motor of a big hummer
Being spit by the exhaust.

He didn’t like to be this way.
He concentrated and dreamed back.

Back to when he was underground.
In the dark with a lot of petrol.
There were three big pipes
And a lot of men pumping it to the surface.

He didn’t like to be this way.
He concentrated and dreamed back.

Back to when he was a dinosaur.
There were no humans
And he was free to go
Where he wanted on the earth.

He liked to be this way
He dreamed hard to try and stay here.

M.D. & P.J.

The tire is burning on the highway
He is hot in the smelly smoke
He could feel his rubber melt with the road.

He didn’t like to be this way.
He winked his eyes and dreamed back.

Back to when he was a caterpillar’s tire running all the way.
He worked hard in a dusty carrier on his proud truck.
The steel monster and him said they would go over the hills and far away
But the rubber tire had to admit that he was used.

He didn’t like to be this way.
He winked his eyes and dreamed back.

Back to when he was standing at the warehouse.
He arrived from a German fabric on a soft case.
He felt good there but it was really dark.
The smelly gas-oil beside made him sick.

He didn’t like to be this way.
He winked his eyes and dreamed back.

Back to when he was in the heart of his tree,
Running free in the body of the hevea.
He felt spring arrived and gave his lovely tree

C.M.

A woolly jumper is piled up next to smelly socks.
He is very dirty because of a little child.
He was beautiful, clean and white.
Soon he will be in a bin.

He didn’t like to be this way
He shut his eyes and dreamed back.

Back to when he was a ball next to a fire place.
A little cat, knee-high to a grasshopper, played with him.
A grand-mother knit while listening to music,
A beautiful woolly jumper for her grand-son’s birthday.

He didn’t like to be this way
He shut his eyes and dreamed back.

Back to when he was curling on a sheep’s back.
He ran in a big green field with beautiful sun.
He was with all his friends the other sheep.
He felt the fresh wind and wet grass.

He liked to be this way.
He dreamed hard to try and stay there.

V.P. & L.E.F.

Logs are burning in a fireplace.
They had bark, wood and leaves
Soon someone would clean the place
And ashes would be spread in the wind.

He didn’t like to be this way
He shut his eyes and dreamed back.

Back to when he was dead
Struck by lightning , burnt alive
Cut by the axes of woodmen
And all his leaves had fallen down.

He didn’t like to be this way
He shut his eyes and dreamed back.

Back to when he was a big oak
Picked by woodpeckers
And eaten by caterpillars and insects
Invaded by lots of moss.

He didn’t like to be this way
He shut his eyes and dreamed back.

Back to when he was a little growth
Under the shadow of an immeasurable tree
In security, he could grow quietly
And felt the wind on his leaves.

He liked to be this way.
He dreamed hard to try and stay there.

N.B. & C.L. & L.O.

The little ivory statue stands on a shelf
He was sculpted and decorated
With pretty African creeds
For an eternity, for some help he was waiting.

He didn’t like to be this way
He shut his eyes and dreamed back.

Back to when he was taken by the poacher
Surrounded with other tusks like him.
He was not with the ivory waker yet
But later, he would be sold as a victim.

He didn’t like to be this way
He shut his eyes and dreamed back.

Back to when he was in the savannah,
He was linked to an elephant, near the tree
Who was walking, drinking and eating coca.
He felt happy, pleased, lucky…free.

He liked to be this way
He dreamed hard to try and stay here.

S.D. & M.V.


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