Two Fifty

All hail your imminent collapse. You can fumble
Your maps, but we’re exhausted by the facts
We still believe old Henry’s dream: An assembly
Line, a team; the firebrand, the steam. Who
Believes it more than we?
Pull the switch, and find the fireman! We need
More than funds — we need a plan, a solution;
We need efficiency
We all are fractured factory lives, once filled with
Piss and drive, now old bees without a hive. How
Do we survive? There isn’t room for me or you
They just don’t need us like they did when it was
New. Well, it’s a life of shared commitments, a life
Of tightening the belt and moving on. Let’s move
Forward, Alan! Let’s move on