redundancy

big day today.

today we find out who is redundant.

the word itself is such a euphemism.

redundant, like the leg the fox chews off to escape the trap.



the wise ask themselves "am i redundant?"

secretly, i think i am.

i think i know who is, and who is not.

but it's not about what i think,

it's about what they think.

they decide who is redundant,

and no one can fathom how they choose,

they just do.

by chance, by design, they choose,

as if these few, heavy blood drops

could refill the bucket

kicked over by a clumsy, drunken fool.



with dread i dress for work,

wondering if they see me the way i do.

if they do, i'm doomed.

not that i care, for my own sake...

but others depend on me,

so i worry.



redundancy.

big day today.