Over the Line of Midnight at the Bargaining Table [Three Line Lunch]

a fitful and unpredictable diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers

Over the Line of Midnight at the Bargaining Table

50 union members behind witness her erect, back muscles cross-hatched, unsheath her voice.
Opposing lawyer with managers spread like wings, papers choked in fist, pogos to his feet, barks!
And I think: how must the ancient gladiators have felt down in the bowl of the arena’s din?