Last Day At Work (3rd Version) Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Have already filled in a production sheet to prove I
did useful things after suffering immensely with
Internet flickering like demented Christmas tree
lights, losing email connection intermittently, but
suddenly my desk is clean,

Now – after completing my documents in a
demented state, fuming at the mouth, mind un-
stable, Disciples of Cool install a cable to ensure
continuous Internet connection; they arrive like
too late Angels of Mercy to be of use this year,

Too late, too late! I want to cry, too late by a hundred
years – do you know how much pain and confusion
your deliverance delay has inflicted on me? But I
subside, determined to pre-pave a smooth way into
a shining future, ready to chant old Dutch psalms

At eventide next to a blazing fire when the sky changes
into a velvet canopy studded with stars creating bling-
blings that make me long to paste glitter on every dark
possession that lurks in my cup-board at home…