By Way of Induction
By Way of Induction
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I worked for a corporation for more than 17 years, and when they downsized and moved from my home area, I was sure this was a life lesson that was for the best, and I would easily move up to the next step. When, after three years of looking for this fabled next position, listening to rejection after rejection, talking to one dispassionate secretary after another, I found myself in debt, with a family appalled at my condition, a body self-destructing, creditors equally vituperative, a soul deadened and spirit detached. It was a dark, hopelessly long tunnel from which I emerged with more questions than answers. This series of poems is a selection of the almost daily self-examinations I needed to express; it was the best therapy of all, despite the physical efforts of five doctors and mountains of self-help books. Does one ever really emerge? Perhaps the self-pitying tone of some of these poems is repugnant to a healthy audience; to me it is a quietus with a sheathed bodkin, if I may trip up my Shakespeare.
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