They never guessed
the dead man had something
so large as that
in him, yet each day
walking past their doors
down the long, fluorescent
hall toward his, he had heen
carrying this
crisis about to happen,
this statement so massive
that making it
took everything he had.
All morning they gathered
outside the identical
hums of their offices,
uncertain what it meant
that he of all people,
the one they hardly knew
with the small, benign wave,
had caused the absence
they felt now in every memo,
policy, and deadline,
had gone and left
behind something so big.
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