Voices chime from above
An announcement
From the principle
Like any other day

Until words spilled
Into everyone's ears
And something was off
In the tempo of his voice

Confident, normally firm
Today's quivered and broke
Text usually spoken over
Silenced such ignorant teens

"Good Morning"
Still optimism and chance
That news would be absent
That peace would be restored

"I'm sorry to inform you..."
Hope for something minuscule
That enchiladas won't be served
That bus 208 broke down

"Two students passed away"
Possibility it's no one you knew
That it would be someone else's fate
That the burden isn't your own

"Harold and Cynthia Green"
Denial of this truth
That they couldn't really be gone
That you saw them yesterday

The intercom cuts off
The life you knew cuts off
Desire for more information
For more closure

Now sitting in solace
Questions stab into minds
With no answers to cure
With no ability to cope

Why such good friends?
Why such perfect people?
Left with little to nothing
Left with but a flash of vague