just a drill
once a month,
they ring the bell
tell us we must be quiet.
shuffling into place-
bodies against bodies.
wait in silence
for the message
saying all is well.
all is well, all is well
no need to worry.
only a drill
because of the chance that one day
one day
all might not be well.
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