The officers in the C suites are heading out,
briefcases stuffed with cash, doors swinging on
creaking hinges, dumbstruck employees.
should we not be happy at their disappearance
but for the paychecks that add up to zero.
the projects ended, the lunchroom was never built,
no one ever learned enough for the next job,
stuck in a 24/7 of anxiety and job hunting.
the door will swing shut behind the officers
in the C suites, they'll jump off the jet
in a golden parachute landing on sunny
beaches in tropical islands.