eulogy.

My school bus became a funeral pyre today.
Webs, chains, wires – whatever was left that bound our 
Class – thrown into an unscrupulous cauldron to dissolve

Other students whispered prayers like they knew 
What had just happened. But they’re not us.
Silly sophomores, you’ll find out next year.

Oceans of middle school forgiveness
Filtered through our hopes for perfection –
Hopeless hopes for perfection!
and exit as droplets of high school cyanide.

Because it’s different now that the self reigns,
Annihilating altruism’s pathetic face. 
That’s what a GPA is anyway:
Great Prudence Annihilator.

Because you keep aiming for high grades, and the “best” know
the “better” will cushion them, should they miss
And they will fall on the “good,” who rely on the “decent.” Piled up
A garbage dump of discarded character.
A scholastic landfill.

Even Christmas presents ceased this year since
You demand recompense. Better to give of course,
As long as you receive the A in AP Physics.

When dissolution is complete, and each of you
Lives surrounded solely by id,
When “friendship” is effaced from your dictionary

Remember that it still remains in mine.