VAMPY, from a martian's perspective

DUC is no longer a yellow bird
That rests on liquid glass
It is now an open room
Drowning in harsh light,
Where they sit at frozen horses
And transport shapely mush
From stiff bigger circles
To small, maleable circles.
8:45 means they stop transporting mush
And begin to pump their pistons,
which fuss and hiss and let off steam
As they struggle over
The raised lump of land,
A blanket rumpled up in the middle,
Reaching for that brilliant blue sheet
Draped over this "Earth."
"Class" means resting upright
And claiming to be in a circle--
But this circle isn't round like DUC circles,
It's shaped more like an egg yolk
After escaping from its smooth white prison.
During "class", they
bend their furry skulls and little soul-windows
Over blank sheets,
Grasping narrow twigs
That flutter across blue lines
And whisper sweet nothings
To their pale, lined lovers.