Grey blue and black swishes dash
To and fro up and down
In luminous swirling stairwells
Leading to the shared bunkers where short dreams
Teleport young minds to Gotham City or Mordor.

Clap clap – wake up wake up wake up!
Self-same stairwell raided anew,
Fresh faces now need fast fuel.
Rosary bearers offer only two anecdotes:
A blue cup of Ceylon and hot syrupy pancakes.

Stop stop – line up line up line up!
Uniforms adjusted first,
Cup and plate received next,
Off we went to the low face brick wall,
Overlooking the garden with fat cabbages and bright carrots.

The magically sweet and warm feast
Lightened hearts and rouged cheeks,
Enticing talk of marbles, dolls and brave rabbits.
What did you do with your lives, friends?
When will we dine by the garden patch again?