At the Employment Agency

The world’s unseen
are seen here, chased
in by dark intentions
and bad blood to this

beat down office park
dying by a hot stretch
of road full of rage
and fading dreams.

Africans from everywhere,
whole families from India,
the staccato Spanish
of Puerto Rico and a skinny

kid in a worn out t-shirt
sitting with his mother
helping him navigate
the application. He laughs

at the questions, pulling
nervously at thick, black
hair but she looks worried,
eyes full of fear because

she knows what he doesn’t:
there’s no mercy out there
for him or the others waiting
word of work. For me, either,
watching. No mercy, at all.

Paul Lojeski's poetry has appeared in journals and online. He’s also the author of the satiric novel, The Reverend Jimmy Pup. He lives with his wife and daughter in Port Jefferson, NY. Read other articles by Paul.