The Dray Horse

He gave the last full measure of devotion
without receiving recognition or promotion.
Living on the muted end of a video call
a dray horse working quietly in his stall
until found back turned to a virtual door,
glued to his chair, feet fixed to the floor,
staring searchingly into the electric blue
as if it could tell him what is true.
A conch squeezed tightly in his shell
bothering no one until he started to smell.

His cramped cubicle was in the last row.
It was a long way away so I would not go.
Instead I sent work to him by email
which he would respond to without fail
but then there were unusual delays.
To be fair, he'd been dead for two days
staring into the vast electric blue
as his work lined up in a virtual queue.

Now the accountants have correctly said
he shouldn't be paid for the days he was dead.
So I hope his family won't give me flak
when I call to get that money back.

Accountants - they're not virtual or new. 
That's what I see inside the electric blue.

Luvgood Carp, Editor-in-Chief

8 Comments

  1. Omg I love it. Hilarious, dark and catchy 👍👍🐱

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    1. luvgoodcarp says:

      Thanks very much.

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  2. Liz H says:

    Far too many jobs feel like this! You’ve captured the situation to a T.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. luvgoodcarp says:

    Thanks, Liz.

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  4. Wow, so clever and great rhyme too. I’ll be sharing this with hubby

    Liked by 1 person

    1. luvgoodcarp says:

      Thanks. I appreciate your kind words.

      Liked by 1 person

  5. Priti says:

    Beautiful poem ! Well shared.😊

    Liked by 1 person

  6. luvgoodcarp says:

    Thanks very much, Priti.

    Liked by 1 person

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