or
the plain man like
dumbness
of ancient
times that overcomes
us,
keeps
us at the wheel of work?
in the end
don't we all die
an ignoble
death?
what glory is there
in the nine
to five,
the gold watch at the end
of life.
the tombstone
holding
numbers, our
collected time
on earth, a final
measure.
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