There is an Egret in a meadow nine to five.
Big as a child,
it stalks the blades and shades
the scorched earth with black wings
that spread like Death above
the villages of bugs
which writhe like Pompeii dogs
lanced on an Egret beak,
straight scythe.

There is a Shark inside the ocean nine to five.
Its teeth are piled
up on one another like cities over cities.
They fall and rise in treadmill style.
The Shark swims all alone in empty blue
and waits for blood.
Its fin that splits the waves
is its bold flag.
To man, it marks the ocean
“Land of Shark”.

There is a Man inside a labyrinth nine to five.
His life is filed
in a cabinet, away.
His life is led
in flimsy walls, carpeted in grey.
He lives by numbers and by boredom
and by boredom he becomes Destroyer.
There is a Man who using his computer
ends your life.