The Rut

by Stephen Jarrell Williams

At work
in the rut

making my widgets
assembly line

wishing I could
belt the boss

hush
hush

footsteps
in the hall

Homeland Security
marching in

they must have read
one of my poems

they're rather touchy
in their Nazi suits

pushing me out back
to a vacant field

handing me a shovel
digging my grave

deeper
in the rut.