Worms by Godofredo Burce Bunao
It isn't the kind of illness that pushes one
down flat; she still reports, like everyone,
to the office, and the rest of her time she lives
the way she must, holding on to what she believes.
But, somehow, word has seeped out that Miss Ver is sick.
She may not last the year "a dirty trick" said a voice in the room
where meets the board: Miss Ver has fed the firm
much of its hoard of profit and prestige.
All the while age has crept after her in that
huge air cooled cage that has become her home
and now her sickbed; management will care for her
till she falls dead; She's listed under assets
but, more than this, it is laws that hire the doctor -
she knows it is meantime, a few have dreams about her chair.
Worms dream--she laughs--of corpses that they can share.
down flat; she still reports, like everyone,
to the office, and the rest of her time she lives
the way she must, holding on to what she believes.
But, somehow, word has seeped out that Miss Ver is sick.
She may not last the year "a dirty trick" said a voice in the room
where meets the board: Miss Ver has fed the firm
much of its hoard of profit and prestige.
All the while age has crept after her in that
huge air cooled cage that has become her home
and now her sickbed; management will care for her
till she falls dead; She's listed under assets
but, more than this, it is laws that hire the doctor -
she knows it is meantime, a few have dreams about her chair.
Worms dream--she laughs--of corpses that they can share.