I tell my students not to die
Think of the paperwork, I beg them.
I tell them not to climb up trees or run out into the road
Do it at home, I tell them.
You don’t care, they say. You wouldn’t care if I died.
The school needs the money, so please don’t, I say.
Because I can’t explain the devastation that comes
When I think of their faces- not sweet faces, not innocent faces,
Not faces shining in wonder- but faces that are much too young,
Hearts I have learned to carry in my heart,
And think about death in the same day