To “B”
When backwards engineering
Beckons the age of free-enterprise
And bolsters the bastion of business-
One must barricade the benign
From a bevy of barbaric intervention
Yet the primal soul belies brief submission-
That of the bucking bronco, or golden, blazoned bull
The bristle-backed boar, all tusk and boring snout
The brick-a-brack of the bleating Billy-goat
Or the bitter, bickering badger, unmoving
As the noble bear- that silent behemoth
Beholds the barren wasteland of his youth
And is betrothed to the burned topsoil
But here and now, at the brink of the briny sea
Bubbles a bellowing swell
That bashes against and binds itself
To the old bridge’s ball-bearings
And brings down the last benevolent benefactors-
Who will board the bombast
Of bold new beginnings
