dangers of focusing on productivity, in poem form
Apr 24th, 2008 by francis
IT TAKES, IT TAKES A BUSY MAN
he hadn’t made a dent
in his list for weeks.
one of the items was “call z.”
then one day z’s wife called to say
that z had died.
he was ashamed to catch himself
indulging in a feeling of accomplishment
as he crossed “call z” off his list.
(a poem by Gerald Locklin, from Children of a Lesser Demagogue, 1987. Found via Sean Casey’s article for the Kenyon Review)