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Cockroach on the lip
of a teacup
while the woman upstairs
puts a bag over her head
& gasses the house
In conclusion, the lights go out; the soul is denuded
The insect makes no attempt to be heard
but, antennae waving like palm fronds before the Prince
of Peace, crawls into the cup
To be destroyed, to be indestructible
this is always the question
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Reflecting on three monumental works of modernism—James Joyce’s Ulysses, T. S. Eliot’s The Waste Land, and Ludwig Wittgenstein’s Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus—a hundred years on.
Both regulators and employers have embraced new technologies for on-the-job monitoring, turning a blind eye to unjust working conditions.
But I do miss the hymns, / the small, hard apples with their dimpled skin. I do miss / things.