Lands like a witch in the pond

A huge black fall from the sky

Shaking the order of things

On the day of redundancies

For 158 maybe possibly could be

Perhaps proposed just a draft

Next month or next year, black

Moods descend, we talk morale

Attrition and obfuscation.

To the wings flapping on the water

I declare my intentions

Hoping to pondwatch and meadowpatch

The real tangible living heaving bird

Calls for the rest of time while the chorister

Belts out the song of paradise regained.



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