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Him by Dee Burton

He glides by like a landlord
Not now, but every time
Thumb in a button hole
Pushing out his collar
As though to announce the roar to follow
Director, dean, foreman, chief
Even he’s not sure now
What it’s all about
Forgetting who we are assembled
And what’s the purpose
Wondering where the boat came from
Just knowing he’s the guy in charge
Super, judge, mob boss, cop
We hear his rage let loose now shaking the clouds apart
Up there on the stern, the sea captain, him
Rocking the ship so hard even he grabs hold;
The rest of us, periwinkles, beneath the waves, sniggering.

–Dee Burton

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