“Corporate Intrigue” by Robert Krut
Corporate Intrigue
The office park at dusk, a building
cleared out for a company closing, artifacts
stacked in the parking lot:
five fax machines lean
against twenty-five phones, their
cords intertwined
like the tails of a sleeping king rat.
I’m not making a shadow, standing
alone on the pavement.
The sun positions itself in setting
directly behind one street light,
the moon rising its face
just behind another.
I’m the only one here.
Everything is plastic in this
bulging monument, but for
one strand of hair, laced
through the curls of a phone cord,
a blonde thread that flutters
from wind, a last fabric of DNA.
I lean down, release it from the trap —
each of those phones starts ringing —
the fax machine exhales a single sheet
that reads who did this, where are we?
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