24 Dec 2016 – Sonnet

Mere “Humas.” “Earth from Earth.” Indeed we are
the faces on the totem poles dogs best
know, blessing us each day. In fact, we’re carved
to look alike. Here each one must divest
themselves of pride and wear the crass contempt
of fragile egos, offered like a cross,
since stakes are small, and no one here’s exempt
from filth which flies at seemingly no cost
to those whose souls expand when ours contract.
We’re trained to loathe “the carrot” and it’s sauce –
and laugh at slogans stenciled on our racks,
and count all “workplace culture” drivel dross.
A school for saints, or forges for the doomed?
It’s up to us. We’ll shine – or be consumed.