you can find in
evil good
if you are good
enough.
But where’s the
good in
“Ideally you’d
have every factory
you own on a
barge, tow it to where
labor costs were
the lowest.”? Still,
small towns
withhold
their terminal
truth, too afraid
or indolent or
drugged to ask
who is fucking
them,
I mean really…
The poem
continues with a litany of families broken apart and individuals gone bad due
to government supported decisions of greed glutted corporate bureaucrats. I know something about this subject and I have
seen those families in real time. I saw a work force of 16,000 decimated to less
than 3000 employees with little transitional training of any value. Their jobs moved to other countries on that
“barge” Winter mentions. The human beings themselves seemed to just vaporize. http://dougholder.blogspot.com/2013/01/even-dead-are-growing-old-poems-by-don.html
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