With the greatest of apologies to Wallace Stevens for this bastardization of his beloved blackbird I I was of two minds, now Returned to one: You do not deserve Anyone. II Among offices and conference rooms, The only things moving efficiently Were the lips of your greed. III Meditation on founders and CEOs: You sold out your company, Our country, our world. IV A worker and their mind are one. A worker and their spirit are one. A worker and their company Are not one. V I do not know which to scoff at more: The hypocrisy of your words, your Classes demanding completion, Or your poor management choices. VI Injury to injury, you brought Back day terrors dormant For more than a decade. VII Icicles fill my poetry again. I break them off, and they stab My wrists in crucifixion. Icicles melt, and I scar over scar. VIII The bonuses you graciously gave ultimately Paid medical bills. Do you think I owe you something? IX I know the written word. So, too, do I know your heart. You don’t have one. X You believed I would fly quietly, Wings impotent against the current. You are impotent. XI You seem to have forgotten karma, That the universe is circular. You are part of the circle. XII At the sight of your icon, Agencies will turn, Knowing your acronym means willing Inhumanity, blame, and mishandling. XIII The people are moving. Justice must be on their minds. Katherine Mercurio Gotthardt, copyright March 29, 2024, all rights reserved
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