there were thousands of tiny heads
locked inside a corporate logo
but with one collective breath
they gave life to the monster
a will of its own, independent of its
makers, willing to do
anything and everything, for
good or for evil, to insure
its survival, and thereby increase
the profits of its stockholders—
thousands of other tiny heads
in fancy little gilt-edged boxes of their own.
(Previously published in The Hold, June 2003)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem