You dodge the death machines to get to the ramp
to dodge more to get to the parking lot. Why?
Swing up the third rank and make sure to park
facing the exit. Now your focus tightens
from the landscape and roadway
(as well as those daydream visions
of her and there)
to the front seat,
Step out and lock up. Walk toward the building,
that mausoleum of youthful hopes.
You don’t see it though. Like the rest,
you’ve got your head down. Instead
you perceive right foot, left foot,
right arm swinging,
and birdsongs. Listen!
Push through the door, look at your chest
to insure your ID badge with its
20-years younger You (even though
it’s only been 10) faces this barren world’s
Shiny black floors,
with its electric train smell,
its sides roll behind you,
its steps don’t. Stop!
Turn at the top and walk down the dark hallway
to the empty darker office. Fire up the computer
for one more day closer to any escape. Write…
You dodged death machines to get to this place
Don’t let it kill you.