Science class
Close of day the test tubes stand
In their racks
Burettes, pipettes, flasks
Cleaned and put away
The science master gowned
Gives a closing word to his class
Believe in God, he says, believe in God
The class is silent
As though reflecting
On the natural order of the universe
The master squares up
The text books on the desk
Neatly precisely as the class
impatient waits the final bell
Ready to rush out through the doors
waiting to rush out
waiting jostling out through the doors they rush
into the out side world
their destiny awaiting
into the unknown