Poem 13, 2022: A Good Job

A Good Job

To give dignity back to work, a word
sullied by greed and abuse, a route
so wrong and so hard to end
it doesn't amuse
even the hand of power.
I want to work, to finish
a product efficient,
a service so useful it disappears
into everyday. I want to be
a trusted, unmysterious yet complex
machinery, cruetly-free and fit
for heavy duty. I will get tired some times
and rest, and someone else, happy.
Great heroes, like their work, are invisible,
forgotten though we walk on it.
Mine, less humble, cries
for attention,
for you to please —
if you were pleased —
spread the word.

—Razel Estrella