Unemployment (1)

I had a calling. I took the call. It was all I could do to follow the voice streaming into me Like traffic on the runway where I lay Down to gather. I had a calling. I heard the geese bleat In the firmament as they migrated Into the jet’s jets. And could I have foreseen that falling I could have fallen too Rather than being sutured to the bottomless Freeze-out lake. For it is fine to lie within one’s borrowed blankets Looking up at the Dropped ceiling coming down. For at the moment I am employed counting the holes In the sound absorbing tiles Keeping a running record of the interlocutor’s Chides. I feel at one with extinction By my own hand (Inner hand) Though once there were many of my kind Flocking inland, or perhaps It felt that way.