How The World Works Poem by Bill Grace

Will you leave a donation on the curve? Yes.
The truck comes
The young men are hustling hard.
The coffee maker with glass pot,
The portable black and white television set,
The aerodynamic children's toy:
Are all airborne. The set first hits the pavement.
The young men will meet the goal exacted of them.
Quantitative again has triumphed over qualitative
But I will not give to them again.
It is 'Bomber ' Harris, Viet Nam, Enron
At my front door.
At sixty I can almost smell
When numbers have escaped their throne
And rule almost as a god.