Classic Poem

there were thousands of tiny heads
locked inside a corporate logo

but with one collective breath
they gave life to the monster

a will of its own, independent of its
makers, willing to do

anything and everything, for
good or for evil, to insure

its survival, and thereby increase
the profits of its stockholders—

thousands of other tiny heads
in fancy little gilt-edged boxes of their own.


(Previously published in The Hold, June 2003)