We can be thankful for that, each one dying
to
talk with somebody, just the two of us
bringing it all home, putting together
the movable parts on their merry way.
But time is short, only twenty minutes (we have
the sandwiches to eat) until the loudest voice
coheres as many, lacquering the politics
of company policy, and its words greet us
not with love, but from fear
that repeated toil simply hardens the argument
thal work is all there is , like the whistle
signaling a return to designated places .
So when the paychecks are spooned out,
I'll
take mine
as if to tell you, "O.k., you're right!
You're the victor, now write the history, please."
You see, I don't even know what clothes
I'm wearing, whether or not they are comfortable
or stylish. Just too nervous to care
and I'm on an extended vacation,
sweating in the balance .
