corporate
Someone like Christ himself has descended
by Learjet to turn things around.
Curtains in leathery board rooms give way
to desert-light brilliance.
Brand-new suits, smart with know-how,
rise to power in hissing pneumatic tubes.
Technicians are breathless, agendas boil, teams converge,
and jellyfish thinkers go home to astonished spouses.
Why me, why me? What have I done?
Everything, fool, and nothing.
Three whole floors of the building have vanished
across an ocean. Data swell its cubes and corridors.
Are those profits or blackbirds rising in a rapturous helix
from its holy foundations?
Why would one ask? We are saved.