Today at school
I learnt how to put somebody
Into the recovery position.
The teacher, an old greying man
Who has a face that you never remember
Asked for a volunteer to use
As an example.
Nobody stepped up.
Nobody drew attention to themselves.
Nobody wanted to be touched, or moved by an old man.
In the end,
Our other teacher had to be the volunteer.
We where shown the correct way
Of doing it,
Then told to get into pairs.
We came alive
No longer under the threat of him coming near us,
Hurriedly turning to our friends
Half-asking, half-begging to go with them
And mucking about
We spread about the room
With one person on the floor, playing dead
And the other moving their awkward limbs.
The girls laughed and
Tickled one another
Curling up into balls and refusing to uncurl.
The guys got into fights over who had to
Lie down on the floor and
At the end of the lesson,
The elderly man called us back
Stressing how important it was
That we where confident in out abilities
In a real situation
We kept the lid on our on panic
And dealt with the problem in hand.
The bell cut him off
And we scurried off,
The girls already gossiping of how he
Was looking at one girl’s bum,
The boys already forgetting him
And moving on with their day;
Moving on to the next lesson;