We Know Jack Poem by Francie Lynch

Jack entered centre stage
With a flourish,
And a wooden spoon
In his mouth,
To a stainless steel home,
Gilded in precious metals.
His lineage was Queen Anne
And Chippendale:
He would become
A stationary salesman,
Bent under the weight
Of headboards and showrooms.
Nesting tables would be
His succor.
But, there was a sideline
Of coffins in the adjoining parlor,
And Jack was well-schooled
In the features
For prospectives.
Too young for overseas duty,
Jack wandered for
Forty wilderness years,
Selling.
He raged,
But never struck a rock
In anger.
Jack is embedded
In the peripheral
As he waits
For a display model.
We know Jack.