The Job


On days like these

The drizzle outside

Isn’t as cold & clammy;

The cold outside

Is still warmer

Than the moment in that room

The chill seeps the skin

Engulfs the bones

Makes them rigid

The cold permeates the soul

Reaches the heart

Makes it crooked.

Sympathize, empathize

Yet stay indifferent

Pass judgment on the failings of others

Dismiss your role in this play

It isn’t your job to slay dragons

They made their own fate

Don’t you try to waddle in that muddy water

It’ll make it harder for you to follow your dreams

‘I have a family, I have a kid

What will I tell them?’

‘He has a family. He has a kid that looks up to him as a hero.

What will he tell them?’

It is not your job. This is not a charity.

He’ll have a better life out of this hell hole.

Pucker up the upper lip

Let your face reveal nothing

State the facts

Get a confession

Document it

Manage chaos & emotions

The rain pelts outside

Feel nothing

Say nothing

Give nothing away

The heart is cold, now

Hardened with time

And practice.

He leaves

Shoulders heavy with the burdens

Of confessions

Of failings

Of the vast unknown that awaits him

Look on at that once proud gait

This today, has lost to the battle

Of time, and numbers

You did your job

You’ll get your bonus

So what if you died a bit today?

On days like these

The drizzle outside

Isn’t as cold & clammy;

The cold outside

Is still warmer

Than you, as a person, would ever be

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