Ogres and trolls

3 Aug

Where I work
we are ogres and trolls —
slogging and drooling our eight-hour chores,
rarely acknowledging anyone there —
perhaps a quick a grunt — not a lot more.

The vacuous caverns we toil in all day
are dark, uninviting;
created to keep us on task
till the last minute ticks at the end of our shift
when we robot-like march to our homes
and our wives,
to eat, drink and sleep —
avoiding examining much of our lives
beyond paying the rent and buying our food.

Little more really matters.
What’s exactly the good
of dreaming of possibly anything else?

We are ogres and trolls
and content with our selfs.

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