Unemployment (1)

I had a calling.

I took the call.

It was all I could do to follow the voice streaming into me

Like traffic on the runway where I lay

Down to gather.

I had a calling. I heard the geese bleat

In the firmament as they migrated

Into the jet’s jets.

And could I have foreseen that falling

I could have fallen too

Rather than being sutured to the bottomless

Freeze-out lake.

For it is fine to lie within one’s borrowed blankets

Looking up at the

Dropped ceiling coming down.

For at the moment I am employed counting the holes

In the sound absorbing tiles

Keeping a running record of the interlocutor’s

Chides.

I feel at one with extinction

By my own hand

(Inner hand)

Though once there were many of my kind

Flocking inland, or perhaps

It felt that way.