His name was Heem.
He had a dream
of office workers
who refused to use
new postage stamps
because they bore
the twisted face
of the gargoyle Yorklio.
Heem was a leader.
He sought solutions.
He would explain
the historical significance
of Yorklio and dignify
their using the stamps.
He summoned someone
to bring a dictionary.
His fingers flickered pages.
Words dazed his eyes.
He couldn’t find any
that started with Y.
He dropped the book
and grabbed some stamps.
They didn’t cling
to any thing.
The workers’ circle
around him broke.
Faces faded away.
.
Writings by Thomas Radwick. Mostly poetry and lyrics. t_radwick@yahoo.com
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