a little
something about work
(MACS -Materials
Accountability and Control System)
to Donald and David and
Joseph
Ends
are beginnings
There was a need
inside all of us, to say
things not normally said.
Things were our words
we thought of but
couldn't, somehow, say.
They, like we, fit for
the moment
but slipped from thought
in the saying of them to
others,
who stood, wondering
what was meant.
These words describe the
birth
of an each, and an us.
Inside our worlds there
were many places,
some, more comfortable
than others.
They were there by our
TV sets
where we sat watching
the world go by.
In those rooms
the speed of things
sped up.
Nothing fit anymore.
We saw, but couldn't
touch.
In those places we could
not survive.
It was our fate
to establish a force
that changed our lives.
In a media of computers
coupled to the world,
our dreams and visions
were roadmaps.
We guided each other
through the dark
and together became one.
There was no
"them" we became, all, us.
Four horsemen stood,
high on a hill
watching for hope
in the tone of a dream.
The people
were the way,
for they made it
possible.
In our world
the control lines
lost their bindings to
our attempt.
War found the
way and in striking blows
noticed control was
defenseless.
Death implemented
with electronic tools,
and caught the moments
of time.
Famine appeared
with knowledge as food,
and their best
understood the problems.
Pestilence stood like a
beast in their midst,
until we found us.
Our dreams became theirs
and we, became something
else.
War became Peace.
Death became Life.
Famine became Opulence.
Pestilence became Truth.
We saw our dreams come
to life
and our skeletons will
smile with that knowledge
for not a one could have
done
what it took us all,
together, to do.
We believed, and took
our chances
relying only
on the each of us.
Ends are now beginnings
for we all sit
hoping in tomorrows
for the all of you.
Donald was
War, Howard was Death,
Joseph was
Famine, and David, Pestilence.
(Howard wrote it down).