When Alice had gone down the rabbit hole,
We all went to the vigil in the gym.
Then in class, we had to say what we were feeling,
And made the posters to put up on the wall
With all the flowers. I thought how it was to fall
And keep on falling, and stared up at the ceiling
And was small. And then I thought of him
In his ears and whiskers, and how the soul
Of Alice must be somewhere underground,
Still missing Dinah dreadfully and crying
Pools of tears. When hometime came,
We all went off to Courts to eat jam tarts.
Then Queenie’s brother taught us to play Hearts.
He looked just like the Knave! After the game,
I saw Alice through the looking-glass. She was trying
To get through. I did not make a sound.
