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dinsdag 26 juli 2011

JUST A JOB POEM

JUST A JOB

nestled in the pristine mountains
clean air, tall green pines and firs
nice white homes garnished with
lush lawns full double garages
a town of lovingly tended gardens
it’s a great place to live.

he gets up to weed runner beans
in the crisp quiet dawn
to deadhead the climbing roses
walk the dog read the paper
to eat ham and eggs with the family
then drops his son at baseball practice.

he drives through guarded gates
to his office in a hillside
opens many locked doors
to a windowless room full of
big screens, banks of controls flash
he finds their peaceful hum soothing.

all day he presses keys moves images
studies virtual maps of a distant land
his hands command the keyboard
his drones discharge their load
he levels six mountain villages before
leaving to take his daughter to a birthday party.



(c) Theresa Wolfwood, Canada

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