When it rains, no one carries umbrellas over their little hatches
In winter, when it's 10 degrees plus wind, no one wears gloves on their frozen fingers or hats on their bright heads
or warm socks and waterproof boots on their feet, as they slog through slushy sleet in their soaking sneakers
6 days of rain, of lesson after lesson and still - no umbrella, no boots
who wrote all of these people and put them in here?
who gave each of them parts and even some lines?
who told them to stand here and now walk through this fire?
who is it that tells them each morning and each night I love you, I love you good morning, good night