Rogers Telecom

by eatonhamilton




This is a poem for Rogers Telecom

who would not delete the bill

refusing her till exhaustion

took her under. For no reason

other than a human hand

extended once will be grabbed

by other hands

(a community of hands)

pulled down by incomes and want

But Rogers

what if customers are the bottom line

sour, cranky, resentful, struggling customers

who could be turned in a lick

What if your simple act of possibility

turns bills to nill?

What if kindness begets kindness

and relief is measured in productivity

and gratitude instead of anger

in poems?