once there was a time
we made everything from stones
but now
it’s all: We Do
mistakes
we take the whole
and break it into its parts
break it into a
hole
kind of mess:
emptiness
we are left
with less than the whole
less than the some
remainder of it all
left with more than enough
reason enough
to yearn
while we know not
what is
the matter? some quota
from some time gone
from some
Man-unkind who
quoted “Production”
suited for the Taylor
or sew-it-seams
for Man-aging
without
having been
or for the clergy profit fellow
who daily gives Appraise,
the
son of man, then asks again
if any One can, save him from his
syn-
tactical corporate ideal
to give:
some way to feel?
man as machine
functional and clean
held in high esteem
but
always, always
searching
for something more
or something less
some thing
always, always
searching
since of-this-world
had become
mundane