A fine one by CityLife columnist Chip Mosher, to be exact.

SMELLS LIKE TEACHER SPIRIT

the classroom is empty now
hollow and spent
like an ancient tomb
raped by grave robbers
the shell of something living
left behind
and the hatchlings
are loose and loosed
upon the world
scuttling feverishly
(can’t you hear the scampering?)
toward the safety of the water
where there is no safety of the water
and in this hollowness we know
that we never taught them enough
because we never knew enough
hence we must scuttle too
from this once living thing
an empty shell
this room
(can’t you hear the scampering?)