Poem, Covid, Work, Grimdark
Plastic Idols
February 9, 2024
when people started dying
when we stayed home
my brief serenity was known
a comfortable unloading
that we could always have done this
that efficiency and satisfaction
did not need burned in sacrifice
that the water cooler was no lost altar
now, that device, in bubble-tongue
demands obeisance, crusted flakes
in rusted suffering, empowered
in stolen repose, thief of success
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