Tuesday, October 5, 2010

for AB

** for AB **
Something in your twangs
Wire under stress snaps
Going to the backblocks
Of hay twine and fencing wire
Anything can be kept running
Redundancy means you are dead
City backdrop skyline
Wheeler dealer slickness
Or else you are gone
Short lived camaraderie
Before bottomline gains precedence
Over lives of staff and kin
Brown boxes on the desks of
The latest to be stripped of
A means to make a fiscal end
Dreaming of the backblocks
Where the work never ends
Follows seasons flow
A cycle continuous which never ends
Can judge worth at the harvest
Where we all have value
Beyond lawbook and the journal
And the hell of commerce infernal.

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