he has worked so many jobs
each one marginally better
than the previous
his father tells him of a world
he cannot recognize
and urges him to look again
surely there is another job
surely it pays better and satisfies
the young man pats his father's back
surely, he says, surely
but there is no surely in his voice
and there is no faith in his search
the world his father knew is
twenty-five years dead
the rich and wealthy have buried it
and look with satisfaction on their new world
where everyone else slides into the drain
and they control the hoses
without ever touching them
with their own hands
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