by J.R. Solonche
The CEO of Interface,
the world’s biggest maker of commercial carpet,
has had an epiphany.
“A spear thrust into my chest,”
he says as he was reading E. O. Wilson
on the extinction of species, who called it, “the death of birth.”
And now what?
Now this:
pull out that spear which has done its work
in the chest of the CEO of Interface,
the world’s biggest maker of commercial carpet.
Then wipe it clean
and thrust that spear into the chest of the next CEO,
and then pull it out and wipe it clean
and thrust it into the chest
of the CEO after that,
and then wipe it clean and thrust it
into the chest of the next one and the next CEO after that.
Then keep thrusting that spear.
Keep thrusting and thrusting that epiphanal spear.
Name it “The Death of Birth.”
The CEO of Interface,
the world’s biggest maker of commercial carpet,
has had an epiphany.
“A spear thrust into my chest,”
he says as he was reading E. O. Wilson
on the extinction of species, who called it, “the death of birth.”
And now what?
Now this:
pull out that spear which has done its work
in the chest of the CEO of Interface,
the world’s biggest maker of commercial carpet.
Then wipe it clean
and thrust that spear into the chest of the next CEO,
and then pull it out and wipe it clean
and thrust it into the chest
of the CEO after that,
and then wipe it clean and thrust it
into the chest of the next one and the next CEO after that.
Then keep thrusting that spear.
Keep thrusting and thrusting that epiphanal spear.
Name it “The Death of Birth.”
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