
were taught to form lovely words
like dainty ballet steps in a busi-
ness writing course
When I applied the lesson, words
twirling on their toes, I was brought
up short, forced to stuff the words
back into heavy boots
Make dissonant lines goosestep again
an official high in the hierarchy makes
a rule without any relevance to reality
forcing all words to march heavily
In a battered parade of frost-bitten
moth-eaten lines without meaning,
beauty, rhythm or imagery, true to
the grey ideals of bureaucracy
Emptiness is everything!
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