The Liberty School 1953 When I was seeming eight There were the daily boring Drills; The rectitude of commas The limitless subtractions and fractional divisions. Desks bolted to the floor, Made safe against Chance Outages of gravity, or freakish storms of Childish intensity. Three blackboard walls and one of Windowpane, unblinking Witness To worlds immune From casual erasure. My elementary school: odd place to find A conduit to liberty. It was Made Of glass.