Young, little hours of dawn
rolled on groggily, webbed
by footages of last night’s
weak dreams.
Confrontations came at waking
time when frowzy linens
exposed the titubations of
tired sleepers among boys.
Hymns opened to the weary
pages of the eyes, frazzled
by slumber’s grey beard.
Slobbering stanzas hummed
through the corridors of lines
read at snail’s speed,
at sloth’s progress,
reaching a cacophonous
height of a halted bees’ choir,
roused before proper dawn
by hectors of an upper class.