At once the tacit bell rings and scatters
the crowd into hysterics, prompting self-anointed
captains to assemble their supporters in file.
One boss’s subjects align themselves, chins rubbing necks,
ranked in order of declining worth. With a pivot, the shepherd
draws them through corridors and in the cramped room
where I swagger content in behind. As I enter, I pick the corner
farthest from the plastered grins left open
gaping at the honcho. An avant-garde liberal and state-of-the-art
radical, he’s the axiomatic skipper of this ship. And to consecrate
the daily session, he wears his dress shirt unbuttoned and untucked,
exposing the tee that says, “We are building people.”
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