The computer takes my job
or at least that’s what I’m told.
Somewhere in the distance, a value
in a spreadsheet flickers as
an executive who has no idea
who I am turns over the workforce
like a crank machine
that will spit out more money.
My job is not taken as much
as it is vaporized in favor of something
uninformed, untested. But it makes
the executive feel better. Innovation has
its costs, or so I’m told.
A hundred executives turn
a hundred cranks until we’ve all fallen off
the narrow scaffolding. The executives tell
themselves there are more workers and industries
and interviews and press releases to make
their numbers go up while we pass
the same faded bills back and forth below.
I cannot sit like a frog at boiling temperatures forever.
