Corporate Hierarchy Poetry for the VP from the assistant…
On the other side of the wall is me
Not in look
Not in carriage
But in music, like wind, and water and joy
On the other side of the wall is you
Not in status
Not in presentation
But in drive, like a train, and steel and stabs
On the other side of the wall is us
But on this side is seperation
Because you don’t want to know this truth
That I am on that side of the wall with you
And you are on this side too
Closer than air but can’t breathe through
On the other side of the wall is me
Womanly wiles
Feminine ways
Diva, Faerie, Heart and hand
On the other side of the wall is you
Macho macho
A real man
Dude, Homie, Logic and strength
On the other side of the wall is us
But on this side is seperation
Because I don’t want to know this truth
That I am on that side of the wall with you
And you are on this side too
Closer than air but can’t breathe through
Don’t misunderstand
I don’t want to be you
Don’t misread
I don’t want you to be me
I only want you to respect your location
Before the train leaves the station
Because
On both sides of the wall is us
On both sides, this seperation
Because we daily walk in this truth
That the wall must be
Certain like infinitely
And we don’t jump
And we don’t move
Not because we can’t
But because we don’t want to