Jobs now vanish everywhere
as a widespread global surge
of ninepins spills out
on town and country streets.
This little academic city
was breeding a business heart
which now is bleeding out its life,
its ninepins roll in the gutter.
No occupation takes beginners
except perhaps conglomerates
with their instant conveyered food
who take the low priced youth.
Enterprising unemployed
no longer knock on doors.
Websites have no street addresses,
no clearly numbered homes.
I fill in forms on the silver screen,
have them printed and signed,
then ride them along that silver cable
seeking a new paid workplace.
Previously posted February 2016.
THe pening of this poem captures the pesent economic situation here in the UK.
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It is just like our situation here too. Lock downs are a heavy price to pay, for all they are the only way out. Sweden proved that. In fact I wrote it about our situation in New Zealand in early 2009.
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ooops, that should say opening…..
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Been there done that myself.
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“global surge of ninepins” – love it. Fitting metaphor, lots of gutter balls this year, plus impossible-to-make splits. —CC
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Thank you so much.
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