The Replacement

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He Came In Quietly
To The Office
Coworkers’ Laughter
Ringing Across The Halls.

Head Down He Struggles
To Make Eye Contact
His Ordinary Experience
Troubling Him

It Was The First
And Last Time He Felt
The Lighting Of A
Great Idea

There, At His Desk
Stood A Woman.
His Office Things Stacked.
Papers Shredded.

Yen Yang
Black And White
A Completed Circle

He Bows His Head
And Kisses The Ring
From The Hand
Of The Angel Of Death