Mid-Life Layoffs

In the trash heap where we lay
Discarded and forgotten,
The scavengers come in their trucks
To pick through stacks
Containing our bodies,
And carry off our lives,
Or part of them,
Maybe just a hand or an arm,
A foot here, a leg there.
To be recycled and reused,
While the core of what we were
Rots away, rejected and ignored.

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Joseph Farley edited Axe Factory for many years until it died. His books include Suckers, For the Birds, and Longing for the Mother Tongue (March Street Press). His other contributions to Dr. Hurley’s Snake-Oil Cure can be found here.

With a Raised Fist

My will cannot be broken,
at least not any more than it already is.
I have the strength of grape soda,
and nearly twice the fizz.
I shall rot your teeth and stain your clothing,
but I shall never yield.
I shall remain forever angry
and yelling at the moon.