Late November a tall man stands
hands crossed over the front of his trousers
covering the gate of paternity
a guard against accidental opening
and addresses the staffroom.
A good-looking man, but not too so
dark hair parted to the right –
the side of correct politics and God.
Doubt a vestigial element in his life.
He begins to speak
part recitation – royal secretary announcing a knighthood
concurrence reflexive : agreement pro forma.
“A persuasive young lass ”
– an alien wink feigns conspiracy –
“ has convinced the visiting Head of Personnel
to extend her employment
beyond the university holiday curtain call.”
The wave of an arm signals
the chosen one.
He adds personal anointment.
Warm approval gusts through the room.
She smiles acceptance. A little girl given a pony.