Outsiders

The scream in the night awakens me
And the talk in college halls
Of the people, dancing within,
Speaking in foreign tongues

And drunken worlds
And lovers' curls
And the parties
To which I never seem
To be invited

And the world
Of black gowns
And mortar boards
To which I
Can never belong

We, the outsiders,
Are misguided together
As we plunge through the roof,
Wasted flesh, lacerated.

My body shudders
The earth shudders
'We should be dead,'
I cry.