But Ben knew how to keep the thing locked
Down when it came to selling the goods that would sell the goods:
From Asher’s product-pitches, clients emerged neither shocked
Nor disappointed by what APT had churned out, all their shoulds
Of expectations replaced by the of course! of effect.
~
Benny would sit in like a modest member of The Team,
With his hands cupped as though two objects were his to protect
Like the Decalogue: the client’s product and the plump dream
APT would turn it into. And he’d let APT’s Mona respond,
In her affluent-fluent way, to any last embers
Of de rigueur resistance to APT’s proposals.
*
Most fond
Of such graceful defenses of their work were the members
Of APT’s Dezine and Graffix team, the young geeks who did most
Of the donkey-digitals but were like the ignored ghost
In a multi-stone pyramid of relentless machine.
~
APT's successes echo one riddle of the Pyramids:
Who built them, Pharaohs or slaves? Not that any of APT’s ‘kids’
(As Arne called them) saw themselves as slaves (or whores) on the job.
To ask you, paid slave, to unmask your whoredom is to rob
You of that White tag slapped on Negro actors, Dignitty;
Of your right to fool yourself with myths of Maturity,
Such as Settling for, Putting up with, Not bitching about
– At least, not until Friday night’s beers make you want to shout
(*fatima solagua arterra’s nudes* by Brian Chan, 2015)
FARJOURNEY CARIBBEAN 