The acronyms pile up, leavened
by jargon, words that tumble
and choke from mouths if not
minds, words meant to impress
or intimidate or prevail because
it’s all a competition, isn’t it?
Isn’t it. The words shroud
the value of the work, hiding
what matters, the urgent always
overwhelming the important.
We flash them on screens,
generated from decks which
used to be what we called the floors
of boats or a collection of cards
for a game of chance and luck,
not a collection of slides designed
to explain or convince or illumine.
I imagine Lincoln saying it is
management of the talent,
by the talent, for the talent and
it sticks in the ear as more
than slightly ridiculous. We
reap our harvest of words,
the weeds and the tares mixed in,
unseparated and undigested.
Our bellies remain empty.
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