The Chain of Command...

When I took my first publishing job in New York City I quickly learned the enormous bureaucracy that needed to be confronted each day. This little piece comes from gaining a sense of the powerplay involved in surviving in such an environment. It's serves as a reminder to those who wish to be individuals in corporate environs;



A Chain Needing Oil


A mere cog within

this chain of command.

Mettlesome as I am,

my movement is linked

to other hands.

Whether this shackle is wrought

from pure metal?

Or by chance coupled

by human ingenuity,

or both – remains a mystery?

Indeed it is a bond

to be bro-

ken.

For it makes us paltry leaden creatures;
laconic kinks whose mettle hue rusts...