POEM: in response to Morrissey

in response to Morrissey

I was looking for a job, and then I found a job
And heaven knows I’m miserable now
— The Smiths, “Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now”

we do it anyway
          clocking in
          punching out
          eating a sandwich
                    at the desk
we do it because the money
lets us live in comfort
          the knickknacks & trinkets
          the gewgaws & tchotchkes
at the center of this world is a hollow place
holding the hopes we used to have
          before we were civilized
          before we learned under the feet of those
          who were stamped and labeled before us
we were created not in the image of a god
but in the likeness of this world
          with our own hollow places
          stuffed full of coulds and mights
          surrounded by the hard shell of ought
and yet:
          there is a field nearby
          & a rock with one sharp edge
          against which to smash a shell

/ / /

Jason Crane
8 February 2017
State College, PA

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