1992 stumbles and missteps
degree in hand
job in another far land
the chris columbus
of our enterprise mistook
the impact of his pitch
hired too many teachers
for the clientele delivered
by his english language salesmen
last on, first off, i am no longer
wanted on the voyage.
did cristobal’s crew master
do it this way? hire too many
have to leave a few
standing on the spanish docks
watching ships set sail without them.
they would not find that fragment
of map imagined into god, gold, glory
and i would not teach in taiwan.
for my part, i’d finished
in 91, and landed; now stranded
on 92’s shore, entirely unsure
what horizon to pursue.
set free, what did those men do?
were they, like so many, adrift
after four hundred years
of occupation and latterday war?
mooching about spain, wondering
what would be next, now that
the moors were gone.
is there a degree in regime change?
whatever became of
all those post dock fellows?