His name is Jimmy.
I know
Because I call it everyday
But he has never answered,
Never had anything to say.
He has never raised his hand
Or queried any question.
I don\'t know
About his hopes
Or plans,
Inspiration or direction.
He does not know anaphora
He does not know techniques.
To him a diacope is nothing. To him
The system stinks.
So in class, I leave a chair for him:
he is always with me.
The boy who was never
In my class.
It says his name is
Jimmy.