Occupy Poetry

Corporation (after Albert Camus)

BY Patricia L. Nichol

the corporation holds sway
without a soul
in a vast tower
with tinted windows
that do not open

along the street
a man walks
in mismatched shoes

computers glow
in cubicles
people suffocate
for lack of discourse

snow falls
wind launches itself
bitter cold

the corporation endures
remote, intractable
in suitable rooms
with a heating system
that makes no sound

in an empty entryway
the man wraps
his arms around himself

From: 
Patricia L. Nichol

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