I have never turned down work. Every time
Somebody asked for my help, I jumped in.
I stocked shelves. I cleared brush. I dug holes and
Filled them back in. I chopped and pulled down trees.
I am a father. Now I am "lazy"
because I have no job.
Your word, Job, means
Somebody rich or somebody borrowing,
And paying back the rich, has use for me
and hasn’t found the right machine, or slave,
Yet. When people with money say people
With nothing, not a thing, don’t deserve food,
A roof in a storm, an ambulance when they’re dying
On the roadside, or anything every-
Body needs, what they are giving away
Is this: “if you are of use to the rich,
You have the right to live. If, however,
You are of no use to the rich, you have no right
To be alive on our rich planet Earth.”
How many times have you heard them say it?
Somebody with nothing, not even hope, says
“How am I supposed to live?” And comfort-
able somebodies answer: “Get a job!”
The one with need answers: “When do I start?!
Monday?! At your place?!” The answer comes back
“We don’t actually have any jobs right now.”
So, again: “How do I live?” And, again,
The comeback: “Get a job!” So, say again:
“When do I start?” And the answer this time:
“We have a job, but you are not the one
We want to hire.” Again again again:
“How can I live?” “Ok, we have a job,
And we will hire you, but it won’t pay
Your rent, your food, your medicine, your kids…
A living.” So, again again again:
“How can I live?” And again: “Get a job!”
Ants build bridges from bodies; bolts of rigor
Mortis and half-drowning ant clasps.
Like philosophies. Live souls walk on corpses
Over never-ending crisis,
Paving impermanence with a host of either/ors,
If/thens, ands, and first premises.
Rigid tenets. Antennae. Ants lose their grips,
Break or drop from even ant dreams.
Which of the ants…? How could ants know which is
The shore worth death, worth bridging seems
For need of is?