CORPORATE FUTURE.

I hold dreams like a cistern

never losing a drop,

and like a light beam across the dungeon

where they try to put us all away—

you restore my soul

and I am defiantly hopeful again.

Imagine trying to sell a Galilean healer

on silly slogans, quick fixes, and “friendliness meetings”

when he feels the heartbeat of the earth in his feet

and each of her children as close as family.

How is that for a company identity?

All your diviners are cutting themselves,

haunted by the ghost of corporate future.

I smile through the chaos with glassy eyes

and tread water with every space age polar bear;

the great wind down ensues,

or ekpyrosis begins, and no matter,

because I know they will feel exactly the same.

And so make such a great end

that others can imagine a new beginning.