Jeremy (Bullpen)

And in the towers of Attica—no—
in the bowels of Attica, my
mask came down, the acetylene fired,
and the joint that set leg to brace
welded just so, and I fit the drawers
just so, and took my perk showers.
Somewhere, a contract flurried here

to there, and the desk was packed by men
on my company, and shipped south,
and set by a wall of windows
in the Freedom Tower.