conference call people
carry on as if
heaven were assured –
when who knows
if it's even there –
but they’re all, “who cares
what happens here
in this unprecious now,
impress us, like wow,"
and they're like
"blah blah budgets,
blah blah weekend,
blah blah beer
blah blah the Dow.”
as if silence were
a slippery slope
downward, a tilting
toward (rather than at) fear,
filling space with chatter
and feigned good
cheer, as if banter
were a beacon rather than
the headlight to their deer.
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