He was a replacement major, (he switched from business after his first year)
A perfectly suited cog.
He was to uphold the glossy syntax
The sheen church of order that bestowed upon us
Soldiers upon the maggoty shelf: fear
Societal side vet, so to speak
The second or third tier, it didn’t matter how far up he went once upon a platform,
The vantage was the point
The waning floor and test bungalows below
He would lose connection with mankind
Not even a ripple relation “hallelujah”- he would exclaim
His was the type not ever raring circulation- bio-engineering, bread-winner
Grown rectitude: want editorialize
That is, raised to such height in “rightness”, his wants would make news
He would matter in that way, although his only contribution was a major replacement.
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