She died i did not care

Miss Taggart

She died, I did not care

She had rancid eyes, straw hair and a nose that looked down upon your being

She taught french across the corridor from my form

She died, I did not care

I was surprised, aghast and almost sickened when she died that people did care

‘In her sleep’ bellowed a voice across a special assembly, ‘that is how she passed away’

Girls with sour ideals cried and cried until their tears were solid and blocked behind the eyelids

Yet for me, she died and I did not care

She died, I did not care

I knew nothing about her, she didn’t know my name

I have little to fill this poetical design with, other than

she died, I did not care

When she died, Pharaoh’s only know why they were filled with sudden despair

The day previous, they ripped her a new one, aeroplanes in her hair, whiplash tongues quick to degradate her profession down to that of bin-lady-woman

Yet, she died and they really seemed to care

She died and although I did not care,

from time to time she pops into my memory and past the see-through obvious,

i believe she’s been on my mind more than the tears of many children that day…

She died and maybe I did care