Pedagogy (A poem)

The buses pull up, at opposite stops

The passengers alight, headed into college

The educators and those to be educated

With textbooks, guitars, laptop computers

Cases of knives, hairdresser’s uniforms, medication

Sketchbooks, dictaphones, packets of cigarettes

And trainers picked to match dyed hair

And my mind draws connections

The tunnel leading into the stadium

Or into the gladiator’s arena

The passage tomb

The Anderson shelter

Subterranean vision rituals

Of the ancient Nazca