Occupation

Listen. We can talk here,

this republic in your empire of intention.

Know when you step out of this door again

corridors will take you 

as if they knew the way and could explain.

But the unending rhetoric of transit

returns to the cubicle. NO, this upright casket

where you sit like the soul of the wall

or buried Vestal

in the aloneness of your life, that lustre on tiles no graffiti confides.