Sunday, May 6, 2012

Words for the Expendable

Words for the Expendable

Due to legitimate concerns for the safety of the company, laid-off employees will be escorted to their cars by security staff.--An Employment Manual

On your last 
leg through gray hallways past 
silent doors observe: 
Fractals in the linoleum, the 
tips of your shoes, that made 
no difference after all. 
Your absence will linger 
briefly and be swallowed. Bear 
your box of stolen artifacts 
a toast to redundancy.
They say every 
seventh year our bodies 
grow in new.
Pluck grace
from wicked nerve.
There through the exit, sky 
is in its gloaming,  
waiting to descend.

--Kristen McHenry

1 comment:

Dick said...

A poem for our time. All great, but a killer final four four lines.