Him by Dee Burton



He glides by like a landlord

Not now, but every time

Thumb in a button hole

Pushing out his collar

As though to announce the roar to follow

Director, dean, foreman, chief

Even he’s not sure now

What it’s all about

Forgetting who we are assembled

And what’s the purpose

Wondering where the boat came from

Just knowing he’s the guy in charge

Super, judge, mob boss, cop

We hear his rage let loose now shaking the clouds apart

Up there on the stern, the sea captain, him

Rocking the ship so hard even he grabs hold;

The rest of us, periwinkles, beneath the waves, sniggering.        


            –Dee Burton


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