once there was a time

we made everything from stones

but now it’s all: We Do

mistakes

we take the whole

and break it into its parts

break it into a hole

kind of mess:

emptiness

we are left

with less than the whole

less than the some

remainder of it all

left with more than enough

reason enough

to yearn

while we know not

what is

the matter? some quota

from some time gone

from some Man-unkind who

quoted “Production”

suited for the Taylor

or sew-it-seams

for Man-aging without

having been

or for the clergy profit fellow

who daily gives Appraise,

the son of man, then asks again

if any One can, save him from his syn-

tactical corporate ideal

to give:

some way to feel?

man as machine

functional and clean

held in high esteem

but

always, always

searching

for something more

or something less

some thing

always, always

searching

since of-this-world

had become

mundane