a man or a woman,
black or white,
these are equal
opportunity times after all
In a plush leather chair,
high up a shiny skyscraper,
an assistant reads off a list
and each 'to do' on this fine stationary
is a mace swinging wildly
and even if he/she cared,
no skull can be spared.
The leather smells successful,
pen, like the assistant, obeys
in sweet strokes,
it all just feels too good,
swing mace swing wild,
no names or faces on the list.
Year, really. Corporate savagery.
"each 'to do' on this fine stationary is a mace swinging wildly." Nailed it.*
It isn't personal- it's business.
Separation. Inddeed. Good piece for character and emage. *
Cold, the metal of mace and skyscraper, even the plush leather. Nice.
Ominous and scary. And so well written. *
Reminds me of Poe's Pit and the Pendulum *