A Panoramic School Photograph

Here we stand like organ pipes,

Shortest on the left, tallest on the right.

When the photographer tells us not to move

The machine's eye starts to revolve.

Once it has passed them,

The shortest boys run behind the group

To stand again at the far end

And have their pictures taken twice.

But these boys are not those boys, though they seem the same. They have new doses of cunning, pride and fear within their souls. And the one side smirks, the other stares. The one side lurks, the other dares.