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.