Does that mean Maths is like Art sir? If so, should we have a cheese plant in the corner? The Leica clicked. Swinging round, McPherson Swept Olsen off his desk with a single blow. – Fetch the waste bin. Open the door. Stand back. I don’t want anyone else to get hurt. I’m going to boot this boy out of the room. Willing hands obeyed. Olsen’s head Was forced down among the love notes As he bent double like a hinge. The metal strips reinforcing the plywood Shrieked protest as they chafed against the cement, As kick by kick the chest lurched forward. Above us, the Graces continued their enigmatic dance Beneath the enchanted trees.