Con Edison
Let's workshop this poem about a detached, bureaucratic system where the human element and broader societal implications are overlooked at the fault of no one "cog" in particular.
Con Edison
Destitute winters banking
on the obsolete good will
of utility companies
run by too many
sequestered hands, clean hands
turning nobs too small,
for any one set to halt
or even see the outcomes
collectively summoned.
