Written by Dylan Harris.
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"Show initiative"
you ballyhoo,
like an unrated politician
howling patriotism.
"We do not carry passengers"
you accuse.
Good -
when do you resign?
I see you,
smug,
sitting back,
porridge-eyed,
and you'll never admit
that the rocket you sought
said "Brockwell's"
not "NASA".
So now it goes up,
a lone flame,
a dark night.
That's orbit?
And when it crashes
on the bottom line,
will it be the cleaner's fault
for washing out the tea-leaves?
Will it be the receptionist
for picking up the banker's call?
But, no, not you -
not in a
million egos.
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