Matt Jablonski

 

Marx is Dead.

Where is the Revolution?

On Cheapside

300 jobless men wait

outside the employment agency

for 100 jobs.

They kick in the glass door.

Had someone thrown them

a banker, or broker, or CEO

they’d have torn him to shreds,

lions on a lamb.

Instead, they turn on one another,

cursing beneath their breath,

jockeying for position.  Neighbors

have become the enemy.

The clock reads 6:20 a.m., 27 degrees.

The jobless men warm themselves

on hunger and desperation.

Anger rises with the sun.